Before he could sing the second verse, he was soundly asleep and dreaming. As he dreamed he was sailing on a old galleon across the ocean. It was a cloudy day but no signs of a storm from what he could see. He was different in this dream, he was human and specifically African. He wore an outfit worthy of a real pirate captain, but clean like that of a naval officer. His milk chocolate skin was accented by his baby blue eyes and blonde dreadlocks that we're currently braided into a French braid and held together with a tight ribbon. He scratched at his chin wear his full blond beard was thick but short. 

A woman called out to him seemingly happy that she found him, "Amaris I've been looking everywhere for you. I should have figured you came out to the deck this early in the morning." 

He looked back to see a absolutely stunning Irish women with fiery ginger red hair, green eyes, and very pale skin with light freckles that accented her features. She was slender but she was not so slim that she looked like a toothpick. She was maybe 5ft tall at the most with a look of worry on her beautiful face. 

Amaris walked over to her and kissed her lips gently, "All is well my love. Just checking how the weather seems to be looking to fare today. I didn't mean to worry you, Mabel." She kissed him back nearly 10 times and told him with her soft Irish accent only dulled by the shy cuteness of her voice, "It's okay. Just at least wake me up to join you. How many days till we reach this New York that you've told me so much about?" 

Amaris remembering his last time there told her, "3 days from now if all goes well. We will be heading farther northwest to meet up with the other. They found the perfect unclaimed land far away from sympathizers to any of the crowns back in Europe. It's along this very large lake with beautiful blue waters. However the natives on that land had been causing us problems the last time we were there, but they seemed to be willing to work out some kind of deal so long as we didn't go to close to their tribe's territory. We'll finally be able to have that life we always dreamed of together."

As Mabel kissed him some more she looked out at the ocean and said with wonder at their future, "I can't wait to see how beautiful it might be. It sounds like a dream come true when you talk about it."

As they both watched the beautiful sight of the ocean after dawn, Amaris replied very hopeful, "Yeah...... I think we'll finally find our peace and happiness out there." Mabel placed her had on his chest where his sun-like birthmark was. Her hand was warm and gentle and she was so kind to him. He loved her and would not wish to be without her by his side.

After that moment, Qirmet woke up and his hand touched the sun-like birthmark on his chest as he remembers his dream. He says to himself, "Another odd dream. One of these days I might have to go see a doctor about it all."

Qirmet walked out of the room to they had already arrived at the capitol sometime earlier in the morning. His people were all asleep except the driver who was cooking breakfast. Qirmet's tour bus driver was named Jackson Frostfall. Jackson was a Warrig male with pale blue skin, short wavey white hair, grey blue eyes, and a long goatee that was braid. He was maybe 4 and a half feet tall but he was the definition of short and stout.

Jackson answered his question before he could ask with a thick Germany accent, "We arrived about 3 hours ago. It's 15:00 am and you got about 5 hours before we need to head over to the festival area to set up for the performance this afternoon. Hungry?"

Qirmet nodded and grabbed a plate of scrambled eggs, fried ham, and grilled cheese with a glass of apple juice. As he sit down to eat he thanked Jackson, "Thanks Jackie. Without you here to make sure we all don't oversleep or forget to eat; I'm certain we might not have got this gig."

Jackson joined him for breakfast, "Well you do pay me a lot to make sure no one goes to far. Also I hope you know that because of how important this show is; I temporarily confiscated everybody's drugs including yours. I'll give it back after the show, but I don't need you guys embarrassing yourselves on live TV for the whole country to see."

Qirmet gave an approving nod, "You did the right thing. I like to get high like the next guy, but these next two shows take priority over getting fucked up and partying. My dad's going to be watching and I don't want to let him down."

Jackson gave him a thumbs up and continued eating. Qirmet did not take long to finish breakfast and then he was up and heading to the shower on the tour bus. He already knew what he was going to wear for this event then he want me to make sure that he was perfectly ready for when that moment came. 

As the hot water hit his skin for just a moment he remembered the woman from his dream. She was human which was odd for him to dream. Humans have long since died out on Zagiilios and live on in races like the Azamystra or Bazrazii. So why dream of a human woman? What was a New York? Who was Amaris? As he tried to think about it more the image of a full moon visualized itself in his mind, and suddenly he no longer wish to find the answers to his questions. Nor did he even partially remember the questions themselves.

He stared at the wall of the shower for a moment and then remembered that he needed to finish his shower and get dressed. He quickly washed himself clean and changed into a special suit. It was a combination of the types of business style suit he usually wore and a Warsongshire ceremonial military suit. It was made with a special kind of night sky star pattern to it and what's the color of the night sky. Where there were stars on his suit there were actually small diamonds. He made sure that the suit itself would stand out. So to make sure that was the case on one shoulder was a pauldron that resembled the sun and on the other was one that resembled the full moon. One made of gold and the other made of sliver.

The outfit was an acknowledgement of his past and of his present. He wanted it to be a symbol that represented who he was and who he is. Not to mention he wanted it to be eye-catching and stylish. Like any true star he wanted to shine bright. 

Once he was fully dressed, he return to the main area to see the other were up and getting ready. Jackson got in a nap before they had to be at the performance area of the festival. Qirmet wanted to make sure that this performance was one of the best of his whole career. So he was very peculiar as he was looking through the list of songs that they could be performing today, and only picking which ones would be the best for this event. Out of all the songs there was one specifically that he knew he must play no matter what; as it was a song to honor his father.

Given how many songs he would be allowed to play during his time on stage before the next artist would be made to come up and perform; he chose his best 3 songs. Those songs being: Dancing in the Pale Moonlight, Sing to the Sun, and I'll Give the Stars to You. 

Dancing in the Pale Moonlight was the first song he wrote that people loved and couldn't stop playing on the radio. It was a song about him dancing alone when he wished he could be dancing with someone special. Sing to the Sun was a very upbeat song about partying and living life like there was no tomorrow. The churches hated that song because it inspired the more religious folk to relax and have fun doing things the churches didn't really approve of. But of all his songs, I'll Give the Stars to You was his favorite. It was a translation of a song that his father would sing to him as a little boy which was the song that the slaves of his people back in Puhala would sing to their children. The song with a lot of meaning and a lot of purpose. But most of all it was a song about love of a parent to their child.

He had hope his father might be enjoy this remix and remaster of this old lullaby from his childhood but only time will tell. For now Qirmet was busy making sure his people ate breakfast and got ready before they needed to move over to the performance area to set up. They couldn't afford to fuck up the timing as each act had about 30 minutes before and after their performances to set up and then get their shit off of the stage before the next person was up to perform.

Soon everyone was moving like a well oiled machine without needing his supervision and Qirmet pulled out his flip phone. He scrolled through his contacts and he found his father's number. He called it and after about 15 seconds his father answered the phone. 

The man greeted him with deep bellowing pride, "Glad to see you gave me a call before your performance. How you feeling my boy?" Qirmet smiled at the sound of his father's voice and answered, "I'm great dad. Just wanted to talk to you a bit before the show. How you doing?" 

His father responded after taking a sip of apple juice, "I'm good. My back hurts a little, but that's just old age getting the better of me. I got the TV already on the channel that is showing the festival live. However I got the volume a bit low until I see that they announce that you're going to perform. The event looks like fun so far. I hope that you get to join in on some of that fun before heading out to meet me here in Harbotford."

Qirmet was happy hearing his dad even now trying to convince him to try and have fun in make the most of his life. He told him while trying to hide his excitement, "We start in about an hour or so be expecting me to be on stage around then. Already picked out what three songs were going to be playing I think you'll like one of them. It's one you might even know the words to."

His father gave a slight smile and responded, "Is that so? Well then I guess I have no choice but to try and sing along when I hear it. Now you go out there and make me proud, and don't forget to have some fun at the festival afterwards."

Qirmet slightly nodded his head without realizing as he replied, "I will dad. And after I'm done I'll make sure to get on the bus and head out to see you. Some of my friends will even be coming to see my performance at the college. I'd like to introduce you to them before the performance there if you're up for it."

His father agreed, "Certainly. You just bring them around here and I will gladly meet your new friends. Now I'm a go ahead and get off the phone. You be safe and show the world just how bright of a star you are. Love you son."

Qirmet spoke his goodbyes for now, "I will dad. Of that I can promise you. I'll see you in a couple days until then take care of yourself. Love you dad." With that they hung up on each other and Qirmet began making sure everyone was ready to move out soon because he wanted to make this a performance of a lifetime.