Love Thing of Gatlinburg's End

A Story by Abishai100

A 'charm' of country-music, intrigue, Romanticism, and discovered/eventual life's escape!

An adaptation of The Thing Called Love (River Phoenix), with a pluralist 'twist' for social-media expression! Hope you like,

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Amlan Satan moved from Algeria to Boston and then to Gatlinburg to pursue his cool career in country music in a local Xmas-town country-music eatery/dive and became considered a wandering 'poet' of the iconic Xmas-lights town of the United States; and didn't mind sharing his fortunes/inventions in the world of lyric on social-media with others in this modern 'Selfie' culture of personality-driven lifestyle chess (wow).

AMLAN SATAN: My 'Excalibur' weapon of magic is the great country-guitar (cream-white) which I consider my special operand for the superstitions of American Homeland securities and traffic and Romanticism (yeah).

Amlan was a cool cat in Gatlinburg, and Gatlinburg showered his gift of lyrics-composition with excellence in the Xmas-season which saw lots of business and traffic and would fuel his love of music and romance in the eatery/dive where he became a micro-celebrity, but he'd face a new form of emotion-humility and consciousness alteration in this American 'world' of calmness and energy --- in the form of a Native-American traveling woman, a hopeful musician herself named Delilah Whitefeather (wow).

DELILAH: I heard you singin' in the Gatlinburg town country-music event for the Xmas-week, darling.

AMLAN: Thanks, Miss Whitefeather; I noticed you cheering for me in the crowds (ha).

DELILAH: How'd you come to become a romancer of the country-lyric, Cowboy Satan?
AMLAN: I used to be a cyber-writer (in Algiers); but I moved to Boston; then picked up the country-guitar; moved to Tennessee; and now I'm a Romanticist (hmm).

DELILAH: I'm working up the 'valor' to ask you for an audition-request.

AMLAN: I am friends with the dive's manager --- so I can help you!

DELILAH: I'd be in your 'feminism' debt (smile).

AMLAN: I dunno anything much about femme-music; but country-women are great (from wherever).

DELILAH: Come see me sing/play, and if you like it; ask me more.

AMLAN: Alright (maybe I'll make a post about it on Gatlinburg Xmas' social-media --- for you!).

DELILAH: Alright!

Turns out our protagonist heroine musician-lady Delilah Whitefeather had been 'stalked' all the way to Gatlinburg by a ruthless 'blood-diamond' baron from a Mohegan Sun casino 'operation' (New England) for her ties to local inquiries concerning detectives of gem-insurance and now was facing a 'dark-man' threat in the form of a Gargoyle; when Satan caught wind through the country-music dive/eatery street-gossip, he asked his local town-cop buddy (Hal) to help him track this diamond-executioner.

AMLAN: We'd have to lure this 'dragon' to a clearing and get a recorded confession blurt (or something!).

HAL (Gatlinburg-Officer): What you wouldn't do for Miss Whitefeather?

AMLAN: She's got brown-skin (like mine); she sings country; likes Gatlinburg; and wants my social-media attention for lyrical distance (so!).

HAL: We'll get this guy, Amlan (for Delilah).

AMLAN: We've no doubts; we're the best in Gatlinburg (ha).

They caught the Gargoyle alright, and Amlan/Delilah celebrated with the Gatlinburg Xmas music-festival experience during which our sub-protagonist 'prince' of modern country-music social-media proposed to Miss Whitefeather. What could've been undesirable complications turned out to reveal a special Tennessee tune for daylight, before things would've (surely) turned to bloody-murder (or something else!).

AMLAN: Isn't social-media better with events like this, Miss Whitefeather?

On their honeymoon on the New Year, Delilah and Satan took in some 'modern classics' of cowboy storytelling and Americana lore/superstitions, and they'd embrace all the drama and transcended darkness which would forge their 'unlikely' multicultural bond a 'thing' of great and beautiful 'cinematic' destiny (wow).