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Donan plucked the chords of his guitar. Some not-very-melodic notes came from it. Donan was the guitarist and lead singer of a rock band named Echo. He glanced at the poster of his idol, Mick Jagger. Jagger started young, just like him. But Donan had the feeling that his career didn’t quite go as well as it should have. For the last few years, Echo had only some gigs in small bars. A few weeks ago, they even played for a talent scout from a small label, but he never received an answer. It was indisputable, that they were only a third class rock band. It was a defeat Donan could hardly bear. He was the descendant from a long line of Breton musicians. According to his family’s lore, this line reached back to even ancient times. So, it couldn’t be otherwise that Donan would become a great musician too.
The ringing of the bell brought Donan back from his thoughts. He went to open the door. It was a delivery truck bringing a box full of stage props Donan had ordered for the show his band was doing. The delivery man helped Donan to carry the box to his room. After the delivery man had left, Donan opened the box immediately. The stage props inside looked even cheaper than in the picture he saw on the internet when he ordered them. But one item caught his eye. It was a brass oil lamp he didn’t remember ordering. On the lamp, he could make out something that looked like an inscription. Unfortunately, it was covered by a smudge and he couldn’t make out was it was. Donan took the sleeve of his shirt and rubbed the smudge. He managed to remove the smudge but what was under it didn’t look like an inscription – at least not in a language Donan could read. Disappointed, Donan dropped the lamp. It fell to the floor, flipped over a few times and came finally to a stop. Suddenly, green smoke poured out of the lamp. It curled quite a bit, like a drunken man walking, and finally manifested into the form of a girl in green harem pants and a yellow sleeveless top. The girl wavered from one side to another, her eyes rolling back and forth

“Who dares to drop my lamp?” she asked. “My head is spinning!”

“Who are you?” asked Donan.

“I’m Martha, the genie of the lamp. How may I serve you, Master?” the girl replied.

“Whoa! A genie? Like in ‘I dream of Jeannie’?” asked Donan quite sceptically.

“Not exactly the same. There are differences. But you still get your three wishes.” Martha explained.

“Ah, there are some limitations to the wishes! What are the rules?” Donan asked.

Martha still didn’t know what rules she had to obey. Her former Mistress Jennifer had assumed some specific rules that Martha found quite useful. As she didn’t want to murder someone else or become his slave forever, she formulated some rules:
“You can’t wish for infinite wishes; you can’t wish for me killing another person and you can’t wish that I’ll be bound to you for all time. Once I fulfil your third wish, I’m free from you and will return to my lamp.”

“Sounds reasonable! And except for these wishes, I can wish for anything?”

“You can wish for it and I’m bound to fulfil your wishes!” she replied.

“Mhhh...” thought Donan aloud. “I think I know what my first wish will be: Martha, I wish that my band Echo would get that record contract we auditioned for last week.”

“Your wish is granted!” said Martha and blinked. The next moment, Donan’s mobile went off. During the call, Donan’s smile got happier and happier. When he had finished the call, he jumped off his bed and embraced Martha. “I can’t believe it! We got the contract! Thank you very much.”

Martha smiled. “Finally, a kind master” she thought.

“Martha, would you like something to drink?” Donan suddenly asked. He actually treated her like a guest and not like a slave.

“It’s very kind of you, but as a genie, I don’t have to drink.” She explained.

“Oh...” answered Donan a bit puzzled. “But would you like to accompany me a bit? Or do you have to return to your lamp right now?”

“I’d love to do that!” Martha answered. “I mean spending some time with you!” Martha materialised her legs.

“Great. Come with me, please!” Donan took Martha’s hand and led her to a couch. Both spend several hours talking about their lives and Martha’s experiences as a genie. Donan was such a kind guy. Patiently, he listened to Martha’s story, and even comforted her when her tale became too sad. Suddenly, both of their hands touched by accident. When their glances met, Martha got a warm feeling and she saw a dreamy look in Donan’s eyes too. As the evening went on, Martha’s sorrows seemed to be farther and farther away. In fact, she had never felt that happy since she met her first boyfriend Marco. Later that evening, Martha returned to her lamp with a exciting feeling in her stomach.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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EDIT: I'd like to thank , who had done the proof-reading of the story.

Description
Donan plucked the chords of his guitar. Some not-very-melodic notes came from it. Donan was the guitarist and lead singer of a rock band named Echo. He glanced at the poster of his idol, Mick Jagger. Jagger started young, just like him. But Donan had the feeling that his career didn’t quite go as well as it should have. For the last few years, Echo had only some gigs in small bars. A few weeks ago, they even played for a talent scout from a small label, but he never received an answer. It was indisputable, that they were only a third class rock band. It was a defeat Donan could hardly bear. He was the descendant from a long line of Breton musicians. According to his family’s lore, this line reached back to even ancient times. So, it couldn’t be otherwise that Donan would become a great musician too.
The ringing of the bell brought Donan back from his thoughts. He went to open the door. It was a delivery truck bringing a box full of stage props Donan had ordered for the show his band was doing. The delivery man helped Donan to carry the box to his room. After the delivery man had left, Donan opened the box immediately. The stage props inside looked even cheaper than in the picture he saw on the internet when he ordered them. But one item caught his eye. It was a brass oil lamp he didn’t remember ordering. On the lamp, he could make out something that looked like an inscription. Unfortunately, it was covered by a smudge and he couldn’t make out was it was. Donan took the sleeve of his shirt and rubbed the smudge. He managed to remove the smudge but what was under it didn’t look like an inscription – at least not in a language Donan could read. Disappointed, Donan dropped the lamp. It fell to the floor, flipped over a few times and came finally to a stop. Suddenly, green smoke poured out of the lamp. It curled quite a bit, like a drunken man walking, and finally manifested into the form of a girl in green harem pants and a yellow sleeveless top. The girl wavered from one side to another, her eyes rolling back and forth

“Who dares to drop my lamp?” she asked. “My head is spinning!”

“Who are you?” asked Donan.

“I’m Martha, the genie of the lamp. How may I serve you, Master?” the girl replied.

“Whoa! A genie? Like in ‘I dream of Jeannie’?” asked Donan quite sceptically.

“Not exactly the same. There are differences. But you still get your three wishes.” Martha explained.

“Ah, there are some limitations to the wishes! What are the rules?” Donan asked.

Martha still didn’t know what rules she had to obey. Her former Mistress Jennifer had assumed some specific rules that Martha found quite useful. As she didn’t want to murder someone else or become his slave forever, she formulated some rules:
“You can’t wish for infinite wishes; you can’t wish for me killing another person and you can’t wish that I’ll be bound to you for all time. Once I fulfil your third wish, I’m free from you and will return to my lamp.”

“Sounds reasonable! And except for these wishes, I can wish for anything?”

“You can wish for it and I’m bound to fulfil your wishes!” she replied.

“Mhhh...” thought Donan aloud. “I think I know what my first wish will be: Martha, I wish that my band Echo would get that record contract we auditioned for last week.”

“Your wish is granted!” said Martha and blinked. The next moment, Donan’s mobile went off. During the call, Donan’s smile got happier and happier. When he had finished the call, he jumped off his bed and embraced Martha. “I can’t believe it! We got the contract! Thank you very much.”

Martha smiled. “Finally, a kind master” she thought.

“Martha, would you like something to drink?” Donan suddenly asked. He actually treated her like a guest and not like a slave.

“It’s very kind of you, but as a genie, I don’t have to drink.” She explained.

“Oh...” answered Donan a bit puzzled. “But would you like to accompany me a bit? Or do you have to return to your lamp right now?”

“I’d love to do that!” Martha answered. “I mean spending some time with you!” Martha materialised her legs.

“Great. Come with me, please!” Donan took Martha’s hand and led her to a couch. Both spend several hours talking about their lives and Martha’s experiences as a genie. Donan was such a kind guy. Patiently, he listened to Martha’s story, and even comforted her when her tale became too sad. Suddenly, both of their hands touched by accident. When their glances met, Martha got a warm feeling and she saw a dreamy look in Donan’s eyes too. As the evening went on, Martha’s sorrows seemed to be farther and farther away. In fact, she had never felt that happy since she met her first boyfriend Marco. Later that evening, Martha returned to her lamp with a exciting feeling in her stomach.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Part 2: hippo2.deviantart.com/art/Mart…
Part 3: hippo2.deviantart.com/art/Mart…
Part 4: hippo2.deviantart.com/art/Mart…
Part 5: hippo2.deviantart.com/art/Mart…
Part 6: hippo2.deviantart.com/art/Mart…

EDIT: I'd like to thank , who had done the proof-reading of the story.