The Journey

Brock Curly was riding his red ostrich to Alpha Square. The Gavin Stardust Convention in Crystal Castle was set to be one of the greatest pop culture events of all time. He was not going to miss it: this was a once in a life time opportunity to meet one of his childhood icons.

He loved Gavin Stardust for his music, but he also loved him for his contributions towards society and to the arts. He was basically the perfect human being as far as he was concerned. If he was a gay man or a woman, he would be thinking about him every night. He grew up with his work and even though the guy had never met him, he had become a part of his life and would be forever.

Through the mud and blood of the traffic, Brock dodged the stagnant vehicles and the dragon skinned road. Nobody was to get in his way. The doors were due to open any second now, and he didn't want to miss a thing. He wobbled past his friend, Fabian Kart, a factory owner recently sued by a sex shop in South Korea over a disastrous April Fool's Prank.

"Hey! What did your lawyer say?" Brock roared, clutching onto his ostrich. Only the rich and famous drove cars, the rest had to rely on birds as a form of public transport. If you were lucky, you could keep them as a pet. Brock Curly inherited his bird when it was an egg from his father. The fact that being sued by a sex shop in South Korea is not the most shocking thing in this story says quite a lot about the world today.

"He couldn't stop laughing," Fabian giggled in a high-pitched voice. His screech was so hard it gritted his ears. "He loved hearing about the time where I swapped the dildos with celery sticks. No sensible court would ever take me down. Somebody who worked for the supreme court of justice advised me to sue the shop for slander."

"I hope we can get there soon," Brock cheered. He couldn't believe how slow Fabian's blue dragon was. His ride was bigger and faster in all aspects. Perhaps the dragon was just young and hadn't been trained in speed, but he didn't say anything as he didn't want Fabian to burst into tears - he was a sensitive bloke.

"Reminds me of the time when my next door neighbour found a rat in his cereal and tried to blame me for it," Fabian said. "I had like no sleep at night. The police were banging on my door and the health and safety department and everything started slamming my door down. I mean COME ON! All this over a cereal box. Don't these people have better things to do?"

"I guess they were only checking to see if you were all right I suppose."

"I'm like the sanest person ever. I'm the only person that doesn't claim benefits and actually has a job."

"Well just because somebody is on benefits," Brock tried to explain, "it doesn't mean that they're thick or stupid or crazy. They just need support."

They both whizzed by Delta Road and took a left turn to Omega Street where they joined the cheers of fantasy fanatics. They were all there for the Gavin Stardust Convention, and everyone in the queue was hoping to get a glance of the artistic genius himself.

Brock chuckled, "My lord, I've never seen anything like this in my life. Last year there was only fifty of us."

A man behind him chuckled. He removed his sunglasses. It was none other than the glitter beard himself. "It's not every day you go to your own convention."

Brock gasped in disbelief. "Is it really you?"

"Yes," Gavin Stardust said, muffling Brock's hair. "Oh my, haven't you boys grown since I last saw you. I remember you guys when you were this small. Now you're both taller than me if I take my heels off."