Here, I can do anything. Be anyone. Daring, outrageous, off-topic rebellion. I can’t bear to waste any more time listening to important people’s music, the legendary, technically proficient, groove masters. Not while the world is burning, and everyone’s pretending they’re not wearing these flimsy, ugly masks, reeking of gum disease, cum-stained condoms, and late nights. Let me have my beautiful shadow love, my hopeless fiction, where the self-centered prince is secretly besotted by a freak like me at my age.
“What do you need me to do?” he asked.
“Just stand there, and look beautiful,” I said.
He blushed a little, letting me in.
“I need that,” I added. Before my eyes fail me.
God, I loved him so much, from afar, always from afar.
In my little world, there is no such happily ever after as Charles & Camilla. I am far from Camilla.
But I wait, as the regular players show up one by one, just as before. They come to hear this guy, a legend, perform on his guitar, fluid and magical, a cross between Sinatra and Hendrix, and someone else, otherworldly in this insignia.
My brother and his grunge-y friends are accounted for. But I don’t pay them any mind.
Jon’s coming. My Jon: tall, beautiful, and unpredictable.
Originally published at https://carolbankswebercoggie.wordpress.com on November 5, 2020.