Billy Troll was playing his guitar while sitting under a tree. It was a very hot summer day. There was a little bit of a breeze and that did feel good to him.
Normally, Billy worked in his music studio but he did feel that he should be outside enjoying the summer weather. He loved the hot summers and since there was an important concert coming up, he wanted to feel the hot summer weather so that he could write about it.
“Summer is the best time to rock,” sang Billy. “Summer is the best time to roll. Lots of music for the summer. So very grateful that I am a troll.”
“Wow!” exclaimed Billy’s wife, Dianne, who came to the park to find out how Billy’s summer music was doing. “I love your new song. It seems enjoying the hot summer day is just what you needed.”
“I agree,” said Billy. “It is nice to get outside.”
“It is funny how a different scenery will get the creative juices flowing,” said Dianne, sitting down on the blanket with Billy. “I think I have come up with the perfect name for the summer concert. How does Summer Music Fest sound to you?”
“I love it,” said Billy.
“Summer Music Fest it is,” said Dianne, giving Billy a kiss on his cheek.
“I have written five new songs today,” said Billy. “Being outside in this park sure has done wonders for me.”
“I can’t wait to hear them all,” said Dianne.
“You will hear the others at the Summer Music Fest,” said Billy, laughing.
“I think I will be hearing them sooner than that,” said Dianne.
“How so?” asked Billy.
“Well,” said Dianne. “I am the judge for the Summer Music Fest. The judge gets to listen to all the bands to make sure we have quality content for the festival.”
“Since when did you become the judge?” asked Billy. “Isn’t that a conflict of interest?”
“You mean because we are married?” asked Dianne. “Because I already told them that I would be judging you harder than the rest. So, Mr. Troll, your music better be your best work ever.”
“You know it will be,” said Billy.
“Actually the judging committee chose me for a reason,” said Dianne.
“Let me guess,” said Billy. “They don’t want the Jagged Trolls to be a part of this concert. Do they?”
“That is correct,” said Dianne. “After Mick stole your song at the last concert, they want nothing to do with him.”
“Good,” said Billy. “It is about time Mick gets what is coming to him.”
“I agree,” said Dianne. “Mick is trouble.”
The night of the judging, Mick performed his songs in front of the judges. The judges were unanimous that Mick’s music wasn’t what they were looking for.
Mick was very upset and he glared into Dianne’s eyes.
“How can you be a judge?” asked Mick, angrily. “You are Billy Troll’s wife. Isn’t that a conflict of interest? I wish to appeal your decision.”
“You have every right to appeal it,” said Dianne. “Our appeal hearings are held the first Tuesday of the month.”
“The Summer Music Fest will be over by then,” said Mick, storming out of the auditorium.
“That is the whole idea,” said Dianne, under her breath.
Billy was up next and all the judges loved his new music. He was chosen to be the main band playing.
“Your new music is wonderful,” said Dianne, after his performance. “It is upbeat and so fresh. It is exactly what we are looking for.”
Billy gave Dianne a huge kiss, right in front of all the other judges.
“Mr. Billy Troll,” said Dianne, blushing. “Please try to refrain from kissing the judge.”
Billy went over to all the other female judges and kissed them on their cheek.
“There,” said Billy. “Now you can’t say I favoured you over the other judges.”
“That is true,” said Dianne, laughing. “At least I am not getting any special privileges.”
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