Thursday, May 7, 2015

Blame it on the Music

Two
It took her a moment to rebound from the soul shaking surprise of seeing him again.  “Oh, it’s been a couple of years now, I think,” she muttered casually.

He placed his hand around her arm, steered her toward the bar and murmured, “I think I need to get you another glass of wine.”  Unable to get any sound to come from her lips, she smiled coyly and nodded.  She wondered if he could sense the excitement she was so expertly trying to conceal. After all this time he still looks so damn good she noted silently relishing each stolen glance at him as he navigated through the crowd toward the bar.

He handed her a glass of red wine and motioned to an empty table, "Let’s go grab that one.” She nodded as they made their way to the table along the fence.

“This looks like a cozy spot and the breeze feels nice” she observed.

He smiled as he brushed the windswept hair from her eye, “So tell me; what are you up to, still teaching? You still have a few weeks of summer break, yes?”

She savored his touch and hoped her reaction could keep that delicious secret.  Nodding, as she sipped her wine, “Right, I have 5 more weeks yet.  What about you?  Are you staying out of trouble?” she teased.

“Hehe, mostly. Work keeps me busy and I try to get out on the bike whenever I can.”

“You know, you have not taken me for a ride like you said you would,” she challenged brazenly.

His steely blue eyes peered directly into hers and he trumped her challenge, “Well this is your lucky day; I’m on the bike tonight.  Drink up and I’ll take you right now.”

She swallowed what was left in her glass in one gulp and upped the ante, "Come on, let’s go then.”

He laughed, grabbed her by the hand and walked briskly toward the lot behind the park.  As they reached the bike, he took her purse and placed it in the side bag. He asked, “Do you have anything to tie your hair back?”  She shook her head no.  He reached into the side bag and pulled out a bandana.  He instructed her to lift up her hair as he tied the bandana loosely around her neck and then pulled it up like a headband making sure her long blond tresses were tucked behind.  “Is that, tight enough?” he questioned. “You should put on some sunglasses too, if you have them.”

She put on her sunglasses making sure that the temple tips were tucked securely under the bandana.  “I’m all set,” she replied eagerly.  He extended his arm for her to hold onto while she mounted the bike.  Once she was seated, without warning he grasped her face with both of his hands and kissed her unsuspecting lips firmly.  “You better hold on tight,” he admonished teasingly. Still breathless from that stolen but delicious kiss, all she could do was nod.

It was hard for her to resist him even though she knew she should.  The allure of his kiss, his very touch sent her into a place where logic, common sense and rational thought wouldn’t follow.  Every moment with him was like being suspended where time ceased to exist and only unbridled raw emotion and passion reigned.  He was so dangerous to her and she knew it.  As he revved the engine he glanced back at her and smiled; she wrapped her arms tightly around him.

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Blame it on the Music

One
I want you to want me; I need you to need me; I’d love you to need me; I’m begging you to beg me,” she belted out as she finished curling her long honey blond tresses.  She hadn’t been to the music festival for the last two seasons and she was long overdue for some enjoyment.  It had been a hectic few months at work and she was mentally and physically drained.  It was time to unplug.  Cheap Trick, a group that was popular in her youth, was headlining and she was excited for the chance to hear some good music. She had some of their top hits playing while she was getting dressed for her evening out.

Her sing-a-long “Feeling all alone without a friend, you know you feel like d-“ was interrupted by the ringing of her phone. It was Kira.

“I’m almost ready,” she answered.  “I’ll be leaving in 5 minutes; are you ready?”

“That’s why I’m calling; I have to cancel,” Kira responded. “I’m still in Indy at the competition; we advanced to semi-finals.”

“Wow, that’s great news, congrats to you and the team.  You’ve worked really hard for this,” she enthused.

“Yes we did and I am excited, but bummed too,” Kira explained.  “I was looking forward to our girls’ night out. I’m sorry, but I promise we’ll make up for it next weekend. I gotta scoot; the next round starts in a bit.”

“Sure we will catch up next weekend and celebrate your victory too.  Good luck,” she wished as the call ended.  As she grabbed her small bag, keys and cell phone and headed out the door she mused; it may be fun to fly solo for the night. 

The crowd was already growing as she wandered toward the beer tent to grab a glass of wine.  She positioned herself at the farthest end of the beer tent closest to the stage.  She couldn’t help noticing the sunset filling the sky with strokes of rose, violet and coral.  The cool gentle breeze felt good against her warm skin.  Soon the band took the stage and started out with a rousing performance of Hello There to a roaring crowd.  She continued to sing along to the songs she remembered as did the audience members around her.  She smiled when the couple next to her commented how their generation was the last one with great rock bands.  She nodded and raised her glass to them. The first set concluded with Ain’t That a Shame when she wandered to the bar for another glass of wine.  Just as she took a sip, someone bumped her elbow and sent her glass plummeting toward the ground.  She lifted her leg at the knee to shake the red wine from her foot.  Teetering on one leg, she recoiled when a man grabbed her arm and muttered, “Careful there, so sorry – let me get you another glass. I’m really sorry.”

“That’s okay, it was an accident, no harm done.  My foot will dry,” she laughed and glanced up to acknowledge him.  She gasped her voice catching in her throat, “YOU, it’s YOU!”

Jolted by her response, he looked directly into her blue eyes as his mouth formed into a big smile, “Oh my god, how long as it been?”