Tales From a Real Life Drama

She felt somebody looking at her. She scanned the area to see who it was. Their eyes connected. She smiled. He looked at her with an intensity that made her blush. She blinked, breaking eye contact, and turned her head.

In a matter of seconds she had completed a full assessment of him. He was an inch or two taller than her. It was obvious he worked out. She could see the definition of his pectoral muscles through the shirt he was wearing. He was casual but fashionable.

He made his way over to her. Leaning in and whispering in her ear he introduced himself. He td her his name and said he was from Tennesse. She agreed to dance with him. He held her hand and looked into her eyes then led her to the dance floor.

He leaned in again attempting to create an illusion of intimacy in the midst of a crowded dance floor. “Where is your man? I am sure a beautiful woman like you is dating or married.” She responded, “where is your wife? I noticed your wedding ring earlier but I see you have taken it off.”

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and then there were 3

Today’s assignment is to write about three songs and what they mean to me. Unedited. Free flowing. 

It’s next to impossible for me to narrow down my life to just three songs. I love music. I grew up listening to a wide range of music from Motown to watching Lawrence Welk to singing along with Loretta Lynn in Coal Miners Daughter and dancing to New Edition. Three songs? With four kids in the house we always have music playing. We listen to Top 40 or R&B in the car and I keep Christian music playing in the house unless I’m cooking or cleaning then I go for something up beat. Blame that on the days of cleaning up on Saturday while watching Soul Train. 

How about three genres? 

How about just music in general? It’s my blog and my creativity. 

I love music, any kind of music, just as long as it’s grooving. Give me a word and I can probably start singing a song. Come on, I dare you. 

When I found out I was pregnant with the teenager I made up a song that I would hum or sing daily. I sang it so much his dad asked me to stop. Then when my Honeygirl was born I sang two songs to her, you are so beautiful and the other one I changed so many of the words that the original song escapes me. When each of the boys were born I sang to them as I nursed. I didn’t allow them to watch much TV when they were young but we would put on a Cedarmont Kids video then sing and do the hand motions. Do your ears hang low… Or Joshua fought the battle of Jerico…

Music is the thread that brings my family together. My extended family and I use to have dancing contests when we were younger. Now we have Festivus during the Christmas season and always end with singing Christmas songs. It’s the part of the evening that everybody loves to hate. It’s our running joke to lock the doors, force everybody to gather around and we sing. Who can resist a good round of Twelve Days of Christmas or Silent Night? 

Three songs? I could never write about three songs. Maybe I could write about three decades of songs but never just three songs. 

Do you remember?

Do you remember the song that was playing during your first slow dance? This is not mine but I like this song. I will just listen to this as I try to think back to the seventh grade dance. I wore a pink dress with a white lace collar. I went alone because I was too young to date although I did like somebody. I can’t say we really slow danced as much as stood close to each other and moved in sync to the music. Yes I know this song is more appropriate for a wedding but I’m not reflecting on that memory at this moment.
Take it away Randy!