Devonne Brown

There was a knock on the door at midnight. A fine linen envelope, with a glorious gold and purple wax seal was presented to Ivan on a silver platter by a man in a tuxedo.

He read the calligraphy in the light of the near waxing gibbous moon. He was to come to the castle at midnight, when the moon was well and truly full, tomorrow night. White tie. Bring a guest. No RSVP. Attendance required. A car would be sent.

Ivan didn’t normally stay up that late. It was a fluke that he was awake at this hour. He’d been improvising jazz with Gus and Randy for hours. They were all fine musicians, a friendship that started in college that had grown and lasted for forty odd years since. Their musical talent had grown as well. He was sure they’d received invitations as well, their musical skills were legendary in the local market. 

He didn’t say anything though, he didn’t want to cause trouble or make anyone jealous. Gus was known for his biting sarcasm about high falutin events. Randy would be impressed, even thrilled over the invitation. Gus would use the invitation as fodder for a bit of fun. Ivan would rather keep the news to himself. He folded the paper and stuck it in his pocket. Everyone would learn the news soon enough.

Ivan didn’t know where he was going to find the proper attire on such short notice, but was sure going to try. He’d never been to the high castle before, but had heard of the legendary parties held on the high mountain. He’d make preparations first thing in the morning, maybe go to Men’s Warehouse to get what he needed.

Ivan knew who his guest would be. He smiled a nervous smile.

“Hey, Ivan, get back here, check out this riff,” Gus played a complicated guitar progression that, accompanied by Randy’s trumpet, funky and intricate, was impressive as all get out. He picked up his flute and followed along. They didn’t play music; they played magic.

He’d solve the tux problem tomorrow. Tonight was almost a full moon, and the music was smooth. He was with his best friends and where he needed to be this night.

Tomorrow night he’d be on the mountain.