Just as the first singer got up with her guitar, Kelly took a seat next to me.
“Damn, Marty is good.” She chortled as she took a sip of her drink.
“That he is. It’s nice to see you again.” I leaned over and kissed her cheek as her Cupid’s bow shifted with the cutest smile.
“Thanks for not thinking I was a jerk.”
“The jury is still out on that one, but you’re starting to redeem yourself.”
“I guess that’s fair.”
The woman finished her awful, screeching rendition of “Up On Cripple Creek”.
“Gah, The Band would have burned their ears off if they had heard that,” Kelly whispered as her jaw dropped.
“What?” I asked, following her staring eyes up to the stage where Maverick Steele was taking a seat with an acoustic guitar resting on his knee.
“Holy shit, is that Fallon Dunbar?” I couldn’t believe my eyes. As I looked to the table next to us, I recognized the other members of the band as Dane, the drummer, stood while clapping and hollering, “My wife is so hot.”
“Guess it is. I can’t believe they showed up tonight. This is so cool.”
Fallon tapped the mic. “You guys are witnessing a little bit of history. If I suck, blame it on whiskey and my accompaniment. This is one I wrote with my stud of a husband and will be releasing as a single next month.”
We were then serenaded by one of the most famous drummers of all time. It was incredible to hear her sweet, sultry timbre voice the sad words.
Her silence screams liar
But her words cry ‘I’m sorry’
Her kiss says lover
And her blushing cheeks bleed ‘I don’t love you’
Her touch pulls toward him staying
But her eyes long to see him walk away
Her smile fades into ‘This is not enough’
And her tears fall on ‘This was too fast’
Her lips trembled with passion
But her hair blows in the other direction
His silence screams ‘I forgive you’
But his words cry ‘No you don’t’
His kiss says ‘Lust’
And his blushing cheeks bleed ‘You’re not good enough’
His touch pushes toward the open door
But his eyes long to see her more
His smile brightens into ‘This is going well’