[STT201] Cobain's Revenge
His pale blue eyes opened and frantically darted around the room. Confused and afraid he tried to stand up but his body wouldn't move. His blurry
surroundings began to come into focus. A figure directly ahead stared at him with a look of amazement. He tried to speak but his throat was too dry,
only able to release a wheezing breath.
"Kurt, can you hear me?"
He gave a wide eyed and hopeful nod. The man held a glass of water to his mouth. His whole body was burning with the pins and needles feel of a long
asleep limb coming back to life.
The man began to speak to him again, "My name is John. I have brought you back to life and to the future. The year is 2017. I'm sure you have a lot of
questions. First let me tell you why I have brought you here. The music coming out these days sucks. It is my plan to bring back some of the great
musicians from the past to start a new band. I know in your suicide note you said it was better to burn out than to fade away but..."
The word "suicide" had put a look of shock and confusion on Kurt's face.
Finally able to speak Kurt's voice crackled incredulously "Suicide?" John was taken back.
"You mean to tell me that talent less bi*$@h isn't in prison for what she did?" Kurt asked in a horse voice.
"Who Courtney? No, she is doing fashion and even getting into acting nowadays."
Kurt lowered and shook his head. After a short moment his sorrow returned to curiosity "Francis?"
"She's a good girl, sticks to herself, hasn't really had any controversy, stays out of the lime light. But lets get back on task here Kurt there is a
lot to catch you up on. Remember Maria Carey?"
"Yea, she had a good voice. I wasn't into that type of music but man she could sing."
"Well check this out."
John began to show Kurt the video of her New years eve performance. After explaining in great detail what the heck YouTube was, John continued to show
Kurt the current state of music. They went from Justin Beiber to Lady Gaga.
"Man, I thought Alanis Morisette was weird" Kurt remarked after witnessing the disgusting mess that is Lady Gaga.
John showed him what MTV has become. Long gone were the awesome Live Unplugged In NY shows. Replaced with shows about some punk kids on the Jersey
Shore who only care about going to the gym, tanning, and laundry. They call it GTL. More bull crap shows that have nothing to do with music like 16
and pregnant and re-runs of Friends filled their prime time line up.
They went through Mily Cirus, mumble rap, Little John, and a weirdo named Kanye West interrupting a talented singer named Taylor Swift at an awards
show. They ventured through the weird poppy music that now populates the "rock" radio stations. He showed him that there were a few gems in the main
stream music scene like Highly Suspect and Cage the Elephant.
When they came across a Foo Fighters video, Kurt couldn't believe his eyes and ears. What the hell was this crap? Dave should have stuck to the drums.
After two packs of cigarettes, five glasses of Pennyroyal tea, and hours of videos, Kurt had enough. The current state of "music" and pop culture was
out of control. He was down with the John's plan to revive music and inspire a new generation of creativity. But first he wanted to take care of a few
"You have a shotgun?" Kurt asked.
"We need to take care of a few things before we hit the studio".
John hesitantly agreed, hell if they got caught he would just take them back in time and try again until they got it right. Plus Beverly Hills was
only a few hours away. On the way they listened to XM's Lithium radio playing great hits from the 90's. Kurt loved hearing some great music he missed
out on. The mood in the car was calm and relaxed as songs from Tool, Pearl Jam, Our Lady Peace and others filled the unlikely duo's ears with joy.
John couldn't help it any more, he had to ask. "What was it like being dead? Is there a heaven?"
Kurt thought about it for a moment and decided he didn't want to ruin the mystery for him. So he looked over and sang a short lyric for him "Jesus,
don’t want me for a sunbeam, sunbeams are never made like me."
John didn't want to press further and they were pulling up to the mansion anyway. "Damn, that's a big house!" Kurt remarked.
"It was paid for mostly by your estate" John replied.
"Stay here" Kurt ordered. He stepped out of the car and lit a cigarette. Walking up to mansion he marveled at the size. He sang to himself "my girl,
my girl don't lie to me..." When he came to the front door he took one last long drag and kicked the door in with all his might. Courtney came running
into the foyer.
"Hey baby." Kurt said with the barrel of the gun resting on his shoulder. That old olive green cardigan contrasting with the deep black barrel.
There was a look of sheer terror and surprise on her face as she tried to back away but her fear had her nearly paralyzed. The questions flooded her
mind like a tsunami crashing into a tiny island nation. How was this possible? Was this a dream? A nightmare? He was long gone! She questioned for a
second if it was really him. But one look in his eyes and she knew it was.
A shot echoed through the house, Courtney's back slammed against the wall and stuck in place for a moment like a noodle thrown against a window. She
slid down to the ground, fading in and out of consciousness. Right before she took her last breath she heard him sing "Allllll apologies."
Kurt calmly walked back to the car, got in and asked,
"Now where does this Beiber guy live?"
edit on 10-1-2017 by FauxMulder because: (no reason given)