The Musician's Sister

Kai has been wanting to make it big time in Nashville, but every other time he's played at whatever bar that will take him, he's been shot down because he's not good enough. Danie is Kai's sister, she like her brother has a dream of singing on the big stage.

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2. Two

*Still Kai's POV*

The days passed by in a blur; helping set up for the concert, practicing, and getting other local people to come and play. At five in the evening, people start piling in. Shit, we're packed tonight. Uncle Mike comes over to Danie and I and says, "Danie, after the next group, you're on. Kai, you're after Danie. Got it?". We both nod and the group on stage finishes.

Danie walks out on stage an says, "I will be singing 'Til the last shot's fired'.". Danie takes a breath, but pauses. I walk out on stage and say, "Hi, guy, I'm Kai, I'm Danie's brother and I will be singing with her.".

We begin singing,

"I was there in the winter of '64
When we camped in the ice
at Nashville's doors
Three hundred miles our trail had led
We barely had time to bury our dead
When the Yankees charged and the colors fell
Overton hill was a living hell
When we called retreat it was almost dark
I died with a grapeshot in my heart

Say a prayer for peace
For every fallen son
Set my spirit free
Let me lay down my gun
Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired
But I can't come home 'til
the last shot's fired

In June of 1944
I waded in the blood of Omaha's shores
Twenty-one and scared to death
My heart poundin' in my chest
I almost made the first seawall
When my friends turned and saw me fall
I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud
As I lay there dying from a loss of blood

Say a prayer for peace
For every fallen son
Set my spirit free
Let me lay down my gun
Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired
But I can't come home 'til
the last shot's fired

I'm in the fields of Vietnam,
The mountains of Afghanistan
And I'm still hopin', waitin', prayin'
I did not die in vain

Say a prayer for peace
For every fallen son
Set our spirits free
Let us lay down our guns
Sweet mother Mary we're so tired
But we can't come home 'til
the last shot's fired 
'Til the last shot's fired". 

The crowd sings, without us asking them to, "Say a prayer for peace (for peace)
For our daughters and our sons
Set our spirits free (set us free)
Let us lay down our guns".

Danie sings, "Sweet mother Mary, we're so tired
But we can't come home (Crowd:No
we can't come home).".

The crowd sings again, " 'Til the last shot's fired.".

The begin cheering and clapping, so Danie takes a bow, as do I. Uncle Mike says, "Kai, since you sang with Danie, well both of you can take a break and I will go ahead and let the next few groups play.". Danie and I nod. I walk to the bar and begin working there. Danie helps Uncle Mike introduce the next group. I can see it now, this is definetly going to be a great night, even if it has just started.

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