ask, should I be worried?”
“I love you more, and should you be worried about what?” she had me curious.
“Well I was cleaning up here at home when I returned, and a piece of paper fell out of your jacket pocket, and it looks like lyrics you wrote. They sound a lot like the song performed by Meila earlier.”
“Madison, I was just as shocked when I heard her play that song tonight. Love, you need to listen to me. I did not write that for her. That note in my pocket was a piece that I never completed, and it was for you. Now that she has performed something similar, I’m going to toss it into the pile of ideas not to finish writing about in other words…the trash.”
“Rand I was never really worried. I just thought that was odd. I reread that paper earlier and then tonight I caught the final song of her set. I usually miss that portion. You are going to have to do something far worse to ever get rid of me.” She laughed.
Madison was so confident lately, “Love, I will never let you get rid of me.” I was so at ease with her voice trailing through my head. “Madison I miss you so much. I just wish I could hold you in my arms. All this—the shows, the fans, the traveling—has made me realize that all I ever dreamed of was you. You are what I need. Yes, this is great for my solo career, but I could sing just to you every day and get a better feeling in my heart.”
“Listen, you stop this, and keep playing and traveling. You are halfway to coming home to me. I will make it to your final shows in New York City, that is so close to home and know that once you get to New York it will almost be over. But Rand, savor this experience. I love to write, and I want you to love to sing. Don’t feel anything but proud that you are out there and the fans love you. Just know I love you so much more.”
“Okay. So, next we’ll be heading to Texas, and that’s the last stop before New York.” I tried to sound enthusiastic but was still hurting inside missing her.”
“I’ll be waiting for my man. You get closer to me with each show,” Madison said and I was melting.
She got quiet for a moment. “Love, Love?” I called out and still no response. “LOVE?”
“Oh, Rand I’m here. I just got a surprise, the babies kicked and it took my breath away.”
“Madison, see I should be there for all this first shit! I mean stuff, I should be.”
“Oh, don’t you worry there will be many firsts for you to experience. It just felt so weird. So real that something, some tiny baby, is kicking from within me. My mom is coming over tomorrow to visit and spend the day with me. I hope they stir in my tummy then too.” She said sounding so pleased.
“Well, Love I have to go. The whole band is staring at me, waiting to head to an after party. I don’t last too long at them. I’m a family man now. I fade early.” I laughed and so did she as I heard her say she missed me more and hung up before I ever let the words that I missed her leave my mouth.
Been to one after party, been to them all. I used to love drinking all the beer until I was falling down before getting put into my bed in a hotel room. I remember often the door would open while I was shit faced drunk, and I could barely make out the form of a female’s body approaching the bed. What happened next was always the same. Some sex with a strange girl in the middle of the night after shows or practice. For me, it was some quick, uncomplicated physical relief. Then I would sleep it off in the sweaty, dirty smelling clothes from the show the night before and wake to some girl I didn’t know. They were never really bothered by that, or that she had partied too hard and was just as dirty. Now, walking around tonight with my first beer and nursing it slowly I was watching Isaac carrying on with some young girls. I knew exactly how his night was going to unfold. I really had cleaned up my life and my act so well since Madison came around. I thought I would just
“I love you more, and should you be worried about what?” she had me curious.
“Well I was cleaning up here at home when I returned, and a piece of paper fell out of your jacket pocket, and it looks like lyrics you wrote. They sound a lot like the song performed by Meila earlier.”
“Madison, I was just as shocked when I heard her play that song tonight. Love, you need to listen to me. I did not write that for her. That note in my pocket was a piece that I never completed, and it was for you. Now that she has performed something similar, I’m going to toss it into the pile of ideas not to finish writing about in other words…the trash.”
“Rand I was never really worried. I just thought that was odd. I reread that paper earlier and then tonight I caught the final song of her set. I usually miss that portion. You are going to have to do something far worse to ever get rid of me.” She laughed.
Madison was so confident lately, “Love, I will never let you get rid of me.” I was so at ease with her voice trailing through my head. “Madison I miss you so much. I just wish I could hold you in my arms. All this—the shows, the fans, the traveling—has made me realize that all I ever dreamed of was you. You are what I need. Yes, this is great for my solo career, but I could sing just to you every day and get a better feeling in my heart.”
“Listen, you stop this, and keep playing and traveling. You are halfway to coming home to me. I will make it to your final shows in New York City, that is so close to home and know that once you get to New York it will almost be over. But Rand, savor this experience. I love to write, and I want you to love to sing. Don’t feel anything but proud that you are out there and the fans love you. Just know I love you so much more.”
“Okay. So, next we’ll be heading to Texas, and that’s the last stop before New York.” I tried to sound enthusiastic but was still hurting inside missing her.”
“I’ll be waiting for my man. You get closer to me with each show,” Madison said and I was melting.
She got quiet for a moment. “Love, Love?” I called out and still no response. “LOVE?”
“Oh, Rand I’m here. I just got a surprise, the babies kicked and it took my breath away.”
“Madison, see I should be there for all this first shit! I mean stuff, I should be.”
“Oh, don’t you worry there will be many firsts for you to experience. It just felt so weird. So real that something, some tiny baby, is kicking from within me. My mom is coming over tomorrow to visit and spend the day with me. I hope they stir in my tummy then too.” She said sounding so pleased.
“Well, Love I have to go. The whole band is staring at me, waiting to head to an after party. I don’t last too long at them. I’m a family man now. I fade early.” I laughed and so did she as I heard her say she missed me more and hung up before I ever let the words that I missed her leave my mouth.
Been to one after party, been to them all. I used to love drinking all the beer until I was falling down before getting put into my bed in a hotel room. I remember often the door would open while I was shit faced drunk, and I could barely make out the form of a female’s body approaching the bed. What happened next was always the same. Some sex with a strange girl in the middle of the night after shows or practice. For me, it was some quick, uncomplicated physical relief. Then I would sleep it off in the sweaty, dirty smelling clothes from the show the night before and wake to some girl I didn’t know. They were never really bothered by that, or that she had partied too hard and was just as dirty. Now, walking around tonight with my first beer and nursing it slowly I was watching Isaac carrying on with some young girls. I knew exactly how his night was going to unfold. I really had cleaned up my life and my act so well since Madison came around. I thought I would just
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