She knew that last part would really get my goat. Roger, of all people, was someone that I felt completely awkward around. He had this uncanny ability to make me stutter and choke on my own tongue whenever I tried to speak. It reminded me of being asked to read a book report in front of my fellow classmates, in the fourth grade. Nevertheless, it put a little hitch in my giddy-up and I was out of the bathroom before she had fully settled herself into the center cushion of my sofa.
There was a certain sparkle in her eye that effectively peeled back a few layers of my discomfort as I caught sight of it. “So, what is it that you needed me for?” I asked, doing my best to pretend I wasn’t really concerned with her reason for being here.
She sat forward slowly, clearing her throat as she began to speak. “I think I am on to something,” Lucy began, the edges of her mouth creeping into a half-smile as she pulled a wrinkled piece of paper out of her pocket. “I have been working on a song, as you know, but I have yet to find lyrics to match the notes. Can I play on your keyboard?”
Before I had decided the bass was my instrument of choice, I used to play around with a small keyboard that I picked up at a garage sale a couple years back. It wasn’t much, but I used it to lay down some tracks on a few of the recordings I have done over the last few months. “Sure, let me get it,” I responded, feeling aroused at the opportunity that was presenting itself.
To be continued…