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Date Posted: 23:43:38 01/20/06 Fri
Author: Rodeo
Subject: The Question: Part VII
In reply to: Rodeo 's message, "The Question: Part VII" on 23:42:13 01/20/06 Fri

A few months passed and we grew closer and closer with each passing minute. We were pretty much inseparable, the tabloids of him and that other woman had stopped showing up and there were few pictures of us replacing them. That was to be expected. Keith was now in a relationship with a nobody, and just like that nobody cared anymore.

He pushed aside a few pieces of clothing in his closet making some space for me. The tour bus seemed huge but I realized in about a week it would seem unbelievably small. I loved traveling, I’m a get up and go kind of person and so was Keith. I was glad this was finally happening, we had been preparing for it for months. His first show was in a week and I was going with him. I sat down on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath in and smiled deeply. I turned my head quickly to see him grinning at me, we had an odd relationship. We would be content to spend a whole day just sitting and staring at each other. It seems odd but there is nothing else I’d rather do, well maybe one thing. He sat down next to me and put his arm around my shoulders. It was amazing that I was a perfect fit under his arm, like I had always been intended to be there. Common he said. We walked through the narrow doorway and sat down at the small table. His band members were still bustling about. I had been introduced to each of them that morning, everyone of them were as friendly and fun as could be and they were all as excited as me to be starting up the new tour year. I looked across the table at Keith who had started scribbling ideas down on a yellow notepad I stood up and went to make coffee. We were leaving tonight for Indiana, and we would arrive there probably late in the afternoon the next day. I came back to the table with two steaming cups of coffee and I set his on the table in front of him. I sat across from him with my feet up on the seat and my back leaning against the wall and the back of the seat beside me. I sipped my coffee in silence and watched him concentrate. He glanced upwards and smiled and scribbled down a few more lines. His handwriting quick and scratchy yet having its own beautiful elegance. He pushed the tablet aside and took up his cup leaning his elbows on the table. He was full of energy and it was getting me excited just watching him. He jiggled his foot under the table and started humming a familiar tune. I smiled as I watched him. Chad and Chris kept passing by, giving us sly looks each time the passed. Keith stood up suddenly and came around the table. Common, he said, taking my hand. I quickly put my cup down and followed behind him down the steps and out of the bus.

The bright light of the sun blinded me for a second but my eyes quickly adjusted to it. Keith started singing aloud, some song I hadn’t heard before, but I really liked it. He spun me around and took a hold of me and started leading us in a slow steady dance around the empty parking lot the bus was in. I laughed and put my head on his shoulder. By the second verse I had the tune memorized and I started to hum along with our sweet sorrowful song.

He grabbed my arms and held me away from him do you like that song, he asked. I love it, I said. Good, he replied. We sat down on the pavement with our backs leaned up against the side of the freshly washed bus. I never wanted this moment to end our relationship so modest, so happy, so alive. There was never a boring day with Keith around. So many of his qualities had rubbed off onto me. I picked up some of that sexy accent of his and it was driving me crazy, but I loved it. I knew I would always be a second to music but that didn’t bother me one bit. I started to sing:
I’ve got no money in my pockets,
I’ve got a hole in my jeans,
I had a job and I lost it,
But it wont get to me.

I paused and he smiled, he picked up the next verse pulling me onto his lap to face him:
Cause I’m ridin’ with my baby,
And it’s a brand new day,
We’re on the wheels of an angel,
Flin’ away.

He pulled me in close to him and gave me a long warm kiss. Somebody cleared their throat nearby. We separated reluctantly and looked in the direction the interruption had come from. One of the band members was standing on the last step halfway out the door. We’re ready to roll when you are. I scooted off of Keith’s lap, and we both sprang up. We quickly got on the bus, shutting the door behind us. A few minutes later we were off to our first destination of “Still Alive in ‘06.”

The week flew by, and before we knew it, it was the day of the first concert. It was hectic, everybody running around making last minute preparations. About ten minutes before it was scheduled to begin Keith took me aside away from all the noise and commotion.

The seats filled up quickly with a roaring crowd. Keith glanced back at me with a huge grin on his face before he walked out on stage. I was crying, this time happy tears. I sat down in a chair backstage and prepared for the concert ahead. The first chords were strummed and I watched Keith do what he did best. He played that guitar with more fire and passion than I had ever seen him do before.

I found myself thinking. So, this is my life, is this what I really wanted? I raised my head and glanced upwards and watched his hand gliding over the strings of his guitar, creating the perfect harmony to his perfect voice. Yes, for the first time in my life I had what I wanted, and I was completely happy with the life I was living. He was all I needed. Sure, he would hug every woman that crossed his path. He probably kissed them too. Most woman would be upset if they knew this about their man. But not me, I knew there was nothing behind those signs of affection. I had something those woman didn’t have.

The concert ended and he and his band took their final bow. He sat down his guitar and walked briskly of the stage towards me. He grabbed me around the waist and swung me around. We then walked out the back door into the cool night air my head resting on his shoulder, my hand held out in front of me admiring the glistening ring on my finger.

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[> [> beautiful! -- Chesneygirl73, 10:46:34 01/23/06 Mon [1]

Great ending!


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[> [> Such a shame it had to end, but I guess all good things must come to an end, hope you got something more for us soon -- Aussie Chick, 23:45:53 01/23/06 Mon [1]


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