Harry Brighton Novels & Stories

“That is where our deal ends. I more than anyone wants that motherfuvker dead but I will wait until when the right time comes...He is all yours once he loses his authority.” “There is no such thing as the right time, Harold. I make the right time when I want.” “Very well then. I will take my leave now and meet with the elders. It has been such a long time...” Harold stood and crept away. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

He was then answered with screams from his fans on the back row and I can feel how popular this guy has been all this time. Harry chuckles softly over the mic as I hear a chord playing like it was coming from a guitar, “Hi everyone! I’m Harry Scott, this is my band and we’re all from England.” He introduced himself in the simplest form and I don’t know why my lips were actually forming into a little smile as I begin to feel a tone of warm familiarity. The guitar playing continues but it stops from one strum and another. “I’m so honoured to be here tonight and to be a part of this wonderful concert for a cause. I’m so thankful for the very beautiful America Pingries for inviting me to perform