OWEN JONES

MEGAN

AND THE

RADIO ONE

ROAD SHOW

A Spirit Guide, A Ghost Tiger, and One Scary Mother!

Copyright © 18th January 2015 Owen Jones

Megan and The Radio One Road Show

by Owen Jones

Published by

Megan Publishing Services

https://meganthemisconception.com

The right of Owen Jones to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988. The moral right of the author has been asserted.

In this work of fiction, the characters and events are either the product of the author’s imagination or they are used entirely fictitiously. Some places may exist, but the events are completely fictitious.

Contact me at:

http://facebook.com/angunjones

http://twitter.com/owen_author

http://owencerijones.com

Join our newsletter for insider information

on Owen Jones’ books and writing

by entering your email address here:

http://meganthemisconception.com

Other novelettes in the same series:

The Psychic Megan Series

A Spirit Guide, A Ghost Tiger and One Scary Mother!

The Misconception

Megan's Thirteenth

Megan’s School Trip

Megan’s School Exams

Megan’s Followers

Megan and the Lost Cat

Megan and the Mayoress

Megan Faces Derision

Megan’s Grandparents Visit

Megan’s Father Falls Ill

Megan Goes on Holiday

Megan and the Burglar

Megan and the Cyclist

Megan and the Old Lady

Megan’s Garden

Megan Goes To the Zoo

Megan Goes Hiking

Megan and the W. I. Cookery Competition

Megan Goes Riding

Megan and the Radio 1 Roadshow

Megan Goes Yachting

Megan at Carnival

Megan at Christmas

Megan Catches Covid-19

DEDICATION

This edition is dedicated to my wife, Pranom Jones, for making my life as easy as she can, she does a great job of it.

Karma will repay everyone in just kind.

INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES

“Believe not in anything simply because you have heard it,

Believe not in anything simply because it was spoken and rumoured by many,

Believe not in anything simply because it was found written in your religious texts,

Believe not in anything merely on the authority of teachers and elders,

Believe not in traditions because they have been handed down for generations,

But after observation and analysis, if anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, accept it and live up to it.”

Gautama Buddha

------

Great Spirit, whose voice is on the wind, hear me. Let me grow in strength and knowledge.

Make me ever behold the red and purple sunset. May my hands respect the things you have given me.

Teach me the secrets hidden under every leaf and stone, as you have taught people for ages past.

Let me use my strength, not to be greater than my brother, but to fight my greatest enemy – myself.

Let me always come before you with clean hands and an open heart, that as my Earthly span fades like the sunset, my Spirit shall return to you without shame.

(Based on a traditional Sioux prayer)

DEDICATION

This story is dedicated to my parents, Colin and Marion, for the wonderful upbringing they gave to me and my brothers.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

To my wife, Pranom for her patience, and my friend Lord David Prosser for helping with the cover design.

Table of Contents

1 A WELCOME SURPRISE

2 SATURDAY

3 SUNDAY

4 HELPING OUT

5 WACINHINSHA

GLOSSARY

Sample Chapter

1 A WELCOME SURPRISE

The article on the front page of the Thursday ‘Herald’, the local paper in Feyton, reminded its readers that the Radio One Road Show would be holding a two-day outdoor broadcast from Feyton beach the coming weekend. Megan was studying the news story with great interest because Radio One was her favourite music station. She was hoping to be able to go, because all of her friends would be there as well.

She had known that the road show was coming in August, because she had heard of it while listening to the radio months before. She had even made an entry about it in Outlook’s on line diary, but that had apparently failed to do its job. Megan looked at her phone for the time. Three o’clock, she could find out what Jane’s plans were.

“Hiya, what are you up to? Me? I’m sitting in the garden reading the local. Guess what it says on the front page? No, it doesn’t... It says in big letters: ‘Radio One Road Show Comes To Feyton Beach’... blah, blah, blah... double event covering the whole weekend’. Isn’t that fantastic? Why don’t you come over now and we can have a chat about it? Ok, see you in five minutes.”

Megan put the paper down and went into the kitchen to prepare some blackcurrant cordial in a jug, which she topped up with ice and took outside with two glasses and a packet of biscuits on a tray. Just as she started to sit down, she heard the lane door rattle.

“Hang on a sec, Jane!” she shouted. “Sorry about that I forgot that it was still locked. Come on in, I’m sitting at the table.”

“Why aren’t you sunbathing? You’re missing all this glorious weather. You don’t mind if I do, do you?”

“No, you carry on... Mam’s out too for another hour at least.” Jane was wearing flip-flops, very short shorts and a T-shirt, which she proceeded to take off, revealing her bikini top. “But I wasn’t missing the sunshine, I was outside. Anyway, I had to go down to the Crescent to get the Herald.” She pushed the newspaper across the table. “Take a look. Great news, eh? Something to do at last. You are going, aren’t you?”

“Give me a chance, will you?”

Megan poured the drinks, opened the packet of biscuits and waited.

“Yes,” said Jane, as if she were considering some very weighty matter, “I knew about it, of course, but I just needed to check some details. Yes, I’ll be there... all of both days, I should imagine, unless something more important crops up.”

“Oh, Jane, really! You are such a poser sometimes, aren’t you? This is the biggest social event of the year except birthdays, Christmas and New Year, and you say that. I’m going anyway, unless Mam stops me, Heaven forbid. She probably won’t let me go all day though... and I’ve got to work on Saturday until twelve. What time does it start again?”

“Twelve.”

“Well, I won’t miss much, except my lunch with Mrs. Williams, although I really enjoy that.”

“Do you think your mother will let you go?”

“Oh, yes,” she replied unconvincingly, “I’m pretty sure she will. What will you be wearing?”

“I should think I’ll go something like this. I’ll take a T-shirt and take it off. If I have my bikini on underneath, then I’m dressed for anything... a swim, beach volleyball, sunbathing, dancing, you name it. Surely, your mother can’t find a reason not to allow you to wear your swimming costume on the beach? Come on now!”

“Mmm, I’ll worry about that later, let’s just get permission to go first, eh? Have you been to one before, Jane? I remember they came here two or three years ago, but, well, I wasn’t allowed to go then.”

“Oh, yes, I was there all right.”

Megan wasn’t sure. She sensed and could see in her friend’s Aura from the splodges of grey that she was not telling the whole truth. She wanted to test her skills.

“Are you saying that your parents allowed you to spend all afternoon on the beach alone when you were ten or eleven?”

“Well, no, but I didn’t say that, did I?”

“You implied it.”

“And you inferred it. I only said that I was there. If you must know, my Dad took me for an hour on both Saturday and Sunday afternoons. Satisfied now?”

“Yes, more so anyway. I do wish you didn’t feel the need to play these word games with me... I like you as you are, you don’t need to talk yourself up to me... you should know that by now... It hurts me that you think you have to as well. Not only that but you haven’t got a snowball in Hell’s chance of getting away with it because your Aura gives you away. When people lie, their Auras get grey to black patches on them - it is not a pretty sight.”

“You’re a witch.”

“No, I’m not...”

“No, you’re not, sorry, Megs.”

“Well, I might be... I think that people like me were drowned and tortured as witches hundreds of years ago, but it’s not witchcraft, there are no spells or anything like that. I was reading somewhere once about White Witches and Black Witches... I’ll have to read up on them again. It is really interesting, if you like that sort of thing.”

“Yes, I agree with you, it is interesting... You know that I want to be able to see too. I’ve told you before, but I didn’t like to ask about the witchcraft bit... so there’s none of that involved then?”

“Well, I don’t know what witches do, so I can’t say, can I? The books, well, I mean Fairy Stories, say that witches cast spells and make potions in a cauldron. I definitely don’t do any of that kind of stuff, I can promise you that.”

“Could you make someone fall in love with you?”

“Trust you to come out with that! “ Megan thought about her answer carefully. “The truth is that I don’t know. I wouldn’t know how to make a love potion for a start, but I do believe in the power of thought. I think that you - anyone - can probably do anything within reason by wanting it and thinking about it hard enough.”

“That sounds like praying.”

“Yes, it does, doesn’t it? I can’t see the difference to be honest with you. Except perhaps that praying to God or a saint for something may have less effect than concentrating on the object directly - there’s no third party then, if you see what I mean. I haven’t finished thinking that through yet though. I tend not to ask God for anything these days, I stick with the direct approach.”

“Is that heresy or paganism or something?”

“I don’t know, no-one taught me how to do all this stuff or what to think about it all... I’m sort of flying solo without having had any lessons. That’s not a hundred percent true either though, I do have Gramps and Wacinhinsha.”

“Who are they?”

“I’m sure I’ve told you about them, Jane... haven’t I?”

“Not that I remember. I met your father’s father when we went hiking, but you call him ‘Taid’, not ‘Gramps’, and I’m sure I’ve never heard of Wacking Henshaw... He sounds like our form teacher’s sadistic brother.”

They both laughed at the thought of Mrs. Henshaw having such a brother.

“Wacinhinsha, cloth ears, he’s dead, he’s my Native American Sioux Spirit Guide and Gramps was or is my mother’s father... he’s dead too. They visit me like Grrr, but usually at night.”

“In your dreams?”

“No, really they do!”

“I wasn’t saying ‘In your dreams!’, it was a question, ‘In your dreams?”

“Oh, sorry. I thought you were suggesting I made it up... I wasn’t watching your Aura.” She smiled at Jane. “Nothing is completely infallible except Karma.”

“You’ve lost me again now.”

“Oh, come on, you have to try to keep up. We’ve heard of Karma in school at a Religious Education lesson, but there is a lot to take in, I’ll grant you that. How are you getting on with seeing Auras and Etheric Shields anyway? Are you still practising?”

“Not as often as I should,” she looked at Megan’s face, “all right, not at all. I keep forgetting. I want to do it, but it just skips my mind...”

“Yes,” agreed Megan to be nice, but she was thinking that Jane obviously couldn’t want to be able to do it enough to remember to.

During the slightly awkward silence that followed, they both heard Megan’s mother close the front door and shout ‘Megan, are you in?’

“I think I’ll be off, Megs,” said Jane, picking up her T-shirt and heading for the lane door. “I’ll call you later. I could do with my tea anyway. Bye.”

“Bye, Jane,” she replied following her down the path and locking the door behind her before shouting, “I’m in the garden, Mam!”

“Ah, there you are,” said Suzanne, standing in the kitchen doorway, “who have you had round here?”

Megan followed her mother’s gaze to the table and the two glasses on it, “Oh, only Jane... she came around for a brief chat. I just went down to lock the lane door after her.”

“Ran away when she heard me coming, did she?”

Megan chose not to answer rather than lie.

“There’s the local paper there if you want it, Mam. Can I help you with dinner?”

“Yes, you can help, but I don’t have time to be reading the paper now. Bring it in and I’ll look at it after.”

Megan peeled and boiled potatoes. While waiting for them, she chopped a small tin of corned beef up and mashed it into the potatoes when they were done. When she was satisfied with the result, she turned the pan into a small casserole dish and made wavy patterns on the top with a fork.

“That’s it, Megan, now pop that into the oven to brown until your father gets in and open a tin of beans to go with it while I finish this bread pudding, then you can go upstairs and have a shower.”

Megan did as she was told and was just finishing getting dressed when she heard the front door close again.

She ran down the stairs into her father’s arms as she was wont to do when he came home from work.

“Hello, Daddy, have you had a good day?”

“Not bad, dear, but it just got even better.”

Megan led him by the hand up the narrow hall passage, into the living room and past the kitchen, where he managed to say hello to his wife before Megan showed him to his armchair.

“Dinner smells nice, what is it?”

“Corned Beef Hash... here’re your slippers Daddy.”

“Mmm, Corned Beef Hash, my favourite! What’s with the royal treatment today, Megan?”

“Nothing, I often do this and every meal is your favourite, so you say.”

“Maybe, but I really do like hash.”

“Here’s the local, Daddy. I’ll go and help Mam.”

She smoothed the newspaper out for him and handed it over.

When they had finished the last piece of bread pudding and the last drop of custard, Megan chose the first gap in the conversation to ask her question.

“There was an interesting piece in the paper today, did you read it, Daddy? I know you haven’t had a chance yet, Mam, but here it is, look,” she said straightening out and handing over the Herald once again.

“The Radio One Road Show? What on Earth is interesting about that rubbish?” asked Suzanne.

Megan looked at her mother, but her eyes were still reading the text, so she turned her attention to her father. She gave him the forlorn look that daughters use on fathers when they want something. He looked back and not unsympathetically, she thought.

“Did you read it, Daddy?”

“Yes, I did. It’s not my cup of tea though. Not that it’s aimed at my age group, is it? It’s more intended for teenage girls and teenage boys, I’d have thought. Wouldn’t you, Suz?”

“Yes,” she agreed still reading, “You wouldn’t catch me there.”

“How about you, darling daughter of mine, would we catch you there?”

“Yes, if you said I could go. I would really, really, really like to go... All my friends will be there and it’s only from twelve till four, so I can do my job and be back for tea. Can I go?”

“May I go, please?” corrected her mother, eventually looking up from the paper.

“May I go, please, Mam? Dad?”

“What do you think, Suzie, should we let her go and dance to the Devil’s music on the beach?”

Megan wondered what had gotten into her father, he was normally on her side but he seemed to be scuppering her chances.

Suzanne opened her mouth to speak and then a thought hit her. She remembered that those were the words that her mother had used when she had tried to prevent her from going to a beach barbecue twenty years before, and how they had laughed about it when the DJ had played Sympathy for the Devil by the Rolling Stones... how much they had danced and laughed at the ironic coincidence. She looked her husband in the eyes and quickly wiped welling tears from her own. She hadn’t known that he remembered that.

“Of course, she can go, I’ll go and make us a nice cup of tea.”

Suzanne hurried out to the kitchen, Robert felt proud of himself, and Megan was stunned... overjoyed, but she didn’t know what had just happened, despite her psychic powers.

2 SATURDAY

Megan woke up early on Saturday morning and sat at her desk to check her email. The first thing she noticed when she opened Outlook was a reminder ‘Radio One Road Show today’ it read helpfully. ‘Thanks a bunch’, she thought and made a mental note to put reminders for events a few days before them in future.

After completing her personal administration, she showered, dressed and went down for breakfast.

Her father was at the table reading the paper and her mother was in the kitchen, as she would have staked money on if anybody had been daft enough to bet against the habits of a lifetime.

“Good morning, Daddy, good morning, Mam, do you want any help?”

“You can take your father another cup of tea, if you like and pour one for me and yourself too. Breakfast in five minutes.”

“OK, thanks,” she replied, poured three cups of tea and took them through to the table.

“Is there anything in the paper about the Road Show, Daddy?”

“Eh? Oh, I shouldn’t think so, would you? This is a respectable national daily paper, they don’t write stories about beach parties in Feyton. Whatever are you thinking?”

“Well, it is Radio One and it does broadcast nationwide. All the youth of the country will be listening to music from Feyton today and tomorrow. That’s quite a big event, isn’t it?”

“I suppose so, if you’re a teenager, but I doubt whether many teenagers read this newspaper, do you? It’s not the Beano or the Dandy or the Melody Maker, is it? This is a serious, paper, for adults.”

“It does have a section on games, though, doesn’t it?”

“No, there are no reports on computer games here.”

“Perhaps not, no, but there is plenty of coverage given to football games and tennis games and other games, isn’t there?”

“Yes, all right, Miss Smarty Pants, but I still haven’t seen anything on your Road Show.”

After breakfast, Megan walked down the hill to the Leisure Centre and her swimming club. Her ability, speed and style had all improved vastly in the few months she had been a member. She felt that she was deriving a lot of benefit from her nearly one hour a week tuition. It was a shame that she couldn’t take advantage of the second hour, but she had to meet the mayoress, Mrs. Williams in her office every Saturday at ten to discuss an issue or write an article on the issues, that faced the youth of Feyton.

At ten precisely, she was tapping on Mrs. Williams’ office door.

She walked in without waiting for a reply as she had been told to do months before. Mrs. Williams was on the phone, so Megan nodded ‘hello’ and crossed the office to switch the desktop computer on.

“Hello, Megan. How are you this fine morning?”

“I’m fine as well, Mrs. Williams. I’ve just been swimming and I’m going to the beach this afternoon. How are you?”

“I’m feeling on top of the world. That was the Director of the Road Show on the phone just then inviting me to say a few words on their stage. They’ll open up at twelve and at ten past, I can go on and welcome them to Feyton. It’s only two or three minutes, but it will give me national coverage for the first time, so that can’t be bad, can it?”

“No, Mrs. Williams, that’s fantastic news.”

“It does put the mockers on our lunch though, but I can offer you a lift over to the beach in the limo, if you like, as it is official business.

“Thank you, that would be very helpful. What have you got for me to do until then?”

“Well, first of all, I’d like you to write me a report on the Road Show itself, but obviously you can only do that afterwards, so from now until we leave, perhaps you could write down a few ideas about what the youth will get out of the Road Show.

“Use bullet points and keep the paragraphs