LOVE'S MUSES:
Running From Love
(Book 1)
The following is an excerpt from the first book in the LOVE'S MUSES series. This is what I call the hook chapter as many have told me they could not put the book down after this chapter. If you are anything like me and your prefer to hear these books, you can listen to them read to you by Ai, here: LOVE'S MUSES Running From Love Book 1 Chapter 2 The Best Meet and Greet of His Life.
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Copyright © May 23, 2023
Copyright © March 25, 2014
© Jubilee Publishing
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Second edition
©Kristina L. Allen
Original Copyright © October 16 2013
Original title: LOVE’S MUSES
Recognizing His Rival
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Chapter 2
THE BEST MEET AND GREET OF HIS LIFE
The fall of 2010, was the genesis of
Nick Thomas’s name becoming a household word when he finally reached gold with
his first number one “Takin’ a Spin with You.” That coveted
spot won him a contract with Capitol Records and lost him his girlfriend of
three years. When Brittany Hillendale walked out of his life, Nick’s only main
squeeze became his quest to reach the top of the charts. A happy, goal-oriented,
and focused Nick toured the country, making his obligatory radio station
appearances, promoting his new releases, which usually made the top twenty. He
had an intoxicating presence about him. His luminous personality was what lit
up every female within a twenty-mile radius. His large perfectly round
spectacular gray-green eyes invited people into his heart. When anyone spoke to
him, he treated that person as if he was fascinated by every word that person
was saying. Nick Thomas wasn’t book-cover perfect, but his thick wavy
chocolate brown hair encompassed his square, strong-looking face perfectly, and
the way he carried himself with a self-confidence, was what made him drop-dead
gorgeous to many. This brawny superstar artist who had that woodsman look about
him, had just enough cowboy mixed in to make the girls swoon. His sweetness and
dimples drew hands to his face. His neighborly boy-next-door personality acted
as a magnetic beam, reaching out to any woman with whom he was in any sort of
semi-intimate contact. His poetic verbiage could drop any woman with his
first line. The creativity he used with his gifts and talents for songwriting
lay attribute to his eloquence with the English language, gaining him much
recognition and admiration for his craft. Every young single female
with whom he spoke would be giddy with anticipation. They usually dreamed of
being that one whose presence lit a fire in his soul, making her irresistible
to him and the object of his desire. Every young female artist in the industry
wanted to collaborate with him, in hopes of becoming one-half of a future
powerhouse conglomerate couple bound for legendary status. The hard work of
staying true to his craft and building a name for himself was paying off
handsomely.
Nick Thomas’s name was on the rise at a consistent rate
with the help of one of his least favorite, yet most effective ploys,
incorporating devoted, and even some obsessed fans by giving them a little more
Nick Thomas, via special VIP passes and special parties as incentives. It kept
them fueled in their own little “Nick Thomas” promotional campaigns on all
their social media pages. One particular obsessed, nearly delusional groupie,
Brooke McIntosh was a key player in getting his first release on the airways.
Her dedication and hard work nearly single handedly gave Nick his first number
one hit, thus giving her top groupie status and almost a star-like quality
admired by Nick’s other slightly less delusional groupies. The lofty five
foot, eleven inch, long, platinum-blond-by-nature beauty had discovered and
immediately fell head over heels in love with the rising artist five years
prior when “Takin’ a Spin with You” hit the top twenty on the
country music charts. Brooke was instrumental in promoting his first big single
through all her social media contacts, spreading a viral radio station request
to promote Nick’s song, which paid off when it hit number one on her birthday,
sealing Nick Thomas forever in her heart. Walking around on the sober arm of
Nick Thomas was her dream. She wanted to be his main squeeze, and she believed
that she could be the future Mrs. Nicolas Paul Thomas. Unbeknownst to her,
another had come in right under her stuffy nose, one Valentine’s night, two
years ago, when she was sick in bed and stole even the tiniest hope of her ever
being able to sign that coveted name as Mrs. Nick Thomas on her
checkbook.
The press kept building him up as country music’s best
catch. Nick did not just play hard-to-get; he was hard-to-get. His reputation
as a clean-cut, perfect catch, waiting for his Miss Right exceeded his true
character, but it kept his image frequently displayed on magazine covers. This
Mr. Right, most eligible bachelor, and Prince Charming was most certainly not
looking for any moody female that could cause him to lose his focus and
concentration. His Gramps indoctrinated him with the belief that his one true
jolt-giver would come to him, catching him completely off guard, thus he did
not need to look for her. He was waiting for God to bring the perfect woman to
him, just as God did for his own grandfather in his Gramps’s Emma Grace. True to form, God’s Cupid’s arrow came in the
form of the thirty-four-year-old shy kindergarten teacher in the pink hat, via
a fifteen-year-old somewhat obsessed teen fan, Julianna Marie Moore. At the
last minute, Julianna put her meet and greet sticker on her Auntie K, when she
chickened out of her long-awaited meeting with her idol. Wishing her
niece was where she was supposed to be, waiting in that line instead of
herself, Katie put on her guarded aloof personality, with the intent of proving
to Nick Thomas that being with him was no big deal. Twenty-seven-year-old
Nicolas Paul Thomas was waiting for his next fan in line with his hands clasped
and rubbing them together. Who he thought was going to be just another in the
long line of worshipers, would end up becoming the one he worshiped. She was
the least of his fans, and he was about to become her biggest one. Her eyes
were smiling at him and warmly inviting. The pink in her shirt and her
hat made her rosy cheeks glow as she peeked around the backdrop, having no clue
what to expect, and he chuckled at her apparent shyness. He returned the smile
and warm glow on his face, and he let his dimples do the work they always did
around the ladies.
“Hi, I’m Nick Thomas,” he said to this adorable woman
with a heart-shaped face tucked under the visor of her favorite pink baseball
cap.
“Yeah, I get that, and that is why I’m here waiting in
this ridiculously long line, being fumigated in a sea of fifty different
perfumes.” He chuckled at her response to him and then began to study her face.
She put her hand out to shake his. “I’m Ka—,” was all he remembered, as her
natural beauty immediately struck him, making him lose all sense of time and
space. She had on a worn, faded pink UK hat, with dangling silver earrings that
matched her birthstone heart-shaped silver necklace. Her blue UK jacket brought
out her beautiful light royal-blue eyes. She was not a starry-eyed kid or
overdone twenty something looking like she had taken a shower in some makeup
and a bath in their perfume. He put one hand in hers and the other on his
chest, as a reflective move, as if guarding his heart from an aurora that was
unfamiliar to him. A warm feeling overtook his whole body, unlike any other
time when he had met one of his fans. He was so lost in the glow of her
beautiful baby blues, that he did not hear anything she said. She pulled her
hand away from his grasp, and he put one hand in his pocket while he took in
her essence. She held out the CD to him, and he came halfway out of his daze
and took the CD from her hand.
“You want me to sign this CD?” He asked with a
half-smile, trying to figure out why this face seemed so familiar to him, as if
he had known her all of his life, yet, he knew she was brand new to him.
“Yes, I thought this would make it easier.” He did not
know what she meant by make it easier, as he had completely missed that part of
the conversation. He took the CD from her hand, opened the case and almost
forgot what to sign, as his mind was lost in her gaze.
“Sure, thanks for the compliment. An artist loves to know
that his or her craft makes someone else happy, or feel better,” he said with
his scripted line but added a little panache to it for her. “Now, you’ve
brightened my night,” he said as he poured on the Nick Thomas charm, which
usually dropped many a lady. Katie’s snorted a disbelieving laugh, while
he signed the CD. His head jerked when she did that, and his mind came back to
the present time, unsure whether she believed him. After he finished signing
the inside liner, he flashed his pearly whites at her, assuming that would
do the trick to make her swoon him, as much as he was uncontrollably and
mysteriously swooning her.
“Wow! You’re easy to please,” she said with a slight
shivering chuckle.
“With a lovely lady like you, it wouldn’t take much.” He
coughed a short confident chortle, handing back the CD and kept his dimples in
play, working her with his eyes. He put both hands into his pockets, leaning on
them and toward her aurora. He had this burning desire in him to have some sort
of bodily contact with her, but knew that it would be too forward, this early
in their meeting.
“Well, then, okay in that case, I’m going to break the
rules, if that’s okay?” She asked shyly with her eyebrows going north. He
nodded, willing to agree to just about anything to keep her there, so he could
figure out what it was about her that was so intriguing.
“Sure, what can I do for you? Just name it, anything,” he
said, as he took one hand out of his pocket and rubbed his expanded
chest.
“Anything?” she asked, tilting her head and raising her
eyebrows with a mischievous smile and the pitch of her voice going much
higher.
“Up to half my kingdom, my fair lady,” he said playfully
flirting with his head tilted. Katie gave him flirting eyes with a slight
chuckle. She put her hand on his large bicep, and flirted back as playfully as
he was doing, and then she leaned her body toward him.
“Only half?” she asked, feigning disappointment. Immediately,
his body quaked, and he drew in a huge breath. He stepped back, as if he
tripped, or a wave of her intoxicating aurora had just blown him back. The
fragrance of her essence which was now permanently ingrained in his memory, lit
him up in a place that never lit up that quickly before, but would later remain
in that status most of the evening. All of his muscles became tense, and his
pupils became dilated as he tried to regain his balance. His eyes blinked
furiously, giving her the impression that he was shocked at her forwardness.
She stepped slightly back, embarrassed by his movement away from her. When he
finally got his bearings, it took him only a second to recognize the feeling.
He assumed that this must have been that first hormone-driven, love-addicting
jolt that his Gramps had labeled all those years. It was the jolt-giver’s
touch— the intoxicating touch from the woman with whom a man felt when he met
his one and only for the very first time. His Gramps told him to expect it when
he least expected it, and this was his unexpected moment. His eyes continued to
blink rapidly as he tried to focus. He was so busy trying to gather himself
that he was completely oblivious to the discomfiture he had just caused her
when he backed away from her. Mortified that this man had just jumped back away
from her when she touched him, she took a couple of more steps back and took in
deep breaths of paranoia. Her shyness factor had now just gone into overdrive, and
she wanted out of there, immediately. She turned toward the man who was
sitting on a table a few feet away, leaning forward on his hands, cracking up
at his best friend, knowing exactly what was going on in his friend’s mind and
body, having been there nineteen years earlier, but remembered it fresh as if
it were yesterday. This only increased her self-consciousness, and she
assumed they were both poking fun at her, as a novice in a meet and greet line,
and not knowing what kind of behavior was and was not acceptable.
Shawn Everett’s place in that meet and greet was as a
last-minute substitution, as Joey, Nick’s road manager, had a family emergency
that drew him away earlier that day. He cleared his throat to get Nick’s
attention. When Nick looked over at his best friend, Shawn pointed his head and
eyes toward a sheepish Katie, whose eyes were watering as if she was going to
cry from embarrassment. Nick quickly caught up with himself and realized what
he had just done to this beautiful woman, making her feel simply dreadful. The
tension in the air was thick with humiliation on both their parts. His for
falling back, and hers for causing him to step away from her presence. He
needed to find a way out of this uncomfortable moment. She dropped her head
when he looked down at her, still escaping eye contact with him. His tightened
lips parted while he took in another quick breath. He stepped in closer and put
his hand back on his chest to apologize. He placed his other giant hand on her
shoulder forgoing any rules of etiquette, finally fulfilling his desire to have
physical contact with her, as she had already touched him. They both took
in shallow breaths— his from infatuation, hers from humiliation. He spoke in
his smooth, sensual, baritone voice, trying to calm her fears.
“Hey there, I’m sorry, umm, you kinda caught me off guard
there, when you touched me. You know, you got a helluva touch there.” She continued to avoid direct eye contact
with him by rolling her eyes to and about, and she pulled back out from under
his hand on her shoulder and away from his advances. He noticed her backing up,
and he stepped in closer, again, to welcome her presence into his personal
space. Tapping her fingers to her lips, Katie spoke in a broken tone while
searching for the right words.
“Well, I’m sorry. I umm, sometimes forget where I
am, or who I am with and can tend to be a little bit too forward. Please,
excuse me. Thank you for signing this,” she said while holding up the CD. “It
was very nice to meet you. Take care of yourself, okay?” She turned to walk away when in a slight
panic; he took a couple of steps toward her, not wanting her to leave. He
reached out to grab her arm, receiving his second jolt of the evening in just
those couple of minutes. He tugged on her arm, turning her back to him and
moved in closer. He put his hand back on her shoulder, while the other one kept
a tight hold of her arm, as if preventing her from dodging him.
“No, really, please don’t leave. I’m sorry if I hurt your
feelings. I mean, for some reason, your touch just seemed to catch me off
guard. I’m sorry.” He hesitated. “You know, there’s an essence about you,” he
said trying to comfort her. He moved his head back and forth slowly, as if
studying her face. He felt as if he was begging her to stay, and he was not
above doing that right at that point. He had to have more time with her to find
out as much as he could about this woman who just lit up his world and every
nerve in his body. He had to find a way to get her backstage after the show, so
he stalled. “I imagine you must hear that a lot. I mean, your eyes, your
aurora. I’ll bet that you must make people smile whenever they are around you.”
He smiled and breathed out a chuckle, not able to take back the smile that took
over his facial muscles, nor could he turn down his dimples, even if he wanted
to take it back a bit.
“Oh yes, and then they back away from me when I touch
them. It happens all the time. I should be used to it by now,” she said with
disbelieving sarcasm, throwing her palms out facing upward. Nick snorted a good
long laugh, until he noticed that he wasn’t making her feel any better. Shawn
was enjoying watching his cocky celebrity friend with his first real case of
stage fright, as he nervously twitched and reached for words that his tongue
could not find.
“Umm, ma’am, please, forgive me. I really am sorry. I
didn’t mean anything by it. Now, you were going to ask a favor, please tell me
what it was. I’ll even give you the entire kingdom.” He put his left hand
back on his chest, while he slid his other hand off her shoulder down to her
upper arm, rubbing it, thinking his touch would impress her. She took her eyes
down to where his hand was rubbing her arm, and he quickly removed it. He
nervously put both hands in his pockets and leaned on them. “See there, now
it’s me being too forward. I’m sorry. Now, what is it I can do to make
you happy?”
“Umm, well, first, you can stop calling me ma’am, and if
it wouldn’t be too much trouble, a special young lady dared me to come out of
here with my visor signed, and I never back down from a dare.” She giggled, and
he chuckled, letting the air out of his chest.
“Is that all you were going to ask?” His smile increased,
feeling a bit more at ease, and he shook his head like it was no big deal. When
his chest dropped, relaxing a bit, she followed suit and the tension in her
shoulders lowered, as he made her feel that much more relaxed. Her timidity
transformed into her nervousness and her quick wit and humor to break the ice
some more.
“Well, it was either that, or to request that you father
my next child, but the last thing I could handle right now is becoming a single
mother, again, and I doubt you’d want to marry me.” She giggled with
sarcasm at the absurdity of the idea. He laughed and appreciated her attempt to
break the ice. It was just enough for him to gather his wits and turn back on
his Prince Charming act, which usually dropped most women in his presence, until
he met his match in this elder unimpressed woman.
“Well, marrying someone like you would probably be the
smartest thing I could ever do. I mean to look in those eyes everyday would be
a treat I would most certainly not deserve, but I’m not sure I’m ready to be a
father, right now, either” he chortled. She laughed and shook her head at his
attempt to exaggerate a compliment to her. “So, do you want to take your hat
off, and I’ll sign it?” Katie
laughed again at his request, and he looked puzzled, oblivious to what was so
funny.
“What, and let you or anybody else see my hat hair? Oh my
gosh, are you out of your friggin’ mind? Geez, man, you already backed away
from me once!” Nick held his stomach as he broke down in a long,
unexpected belly laugh, caught off guard by her quick wit. Shawn, also caught
off guard by her sense of humor, shook his head, cracking up at her comeback.
Katie and Nick both looked over at Shawn who was having the best time watching
the both of them.
“Well, far be it from me, but with your face and eyes, I
don’t think too many people would be looking at your hair. I know I wouldn’t.
You must get told a lot that you have the most beautiful eyes,” he said in a
swooning tone, causing Katie to snort a short disbelieving laugh with her
knitted eyebrows.
“Okay, I’m game. I’ll play. As a matter of fact, I do,
dozens of times a day and even in the pitch black of the night.” She looked
over at Shawn shaking her head and rolling her eyes, as he laughed. Nick broke
up again, finding it hard to keep his response to her under control. She
was beautiful and funny, two great combinations. She turned back to Nick,
put her hand to her mouth and dropped her head, but raised her eyes to chuckle
shyly.
“Well, my fair lady, that doesn’t surprise me one
bit. They are magnificent. I’ve never seen any like yours.”
“Oh boy, you’re good. Is there a class ya’ll have to take
to learn how to sweep the women off their feet who are in your meet and greet
lines? I’ll bet you got an A+ in that subject.” She patted his bicep, again,
then jerked her hand back, immediately, remembering what happened the last time
she touched him. She assumed he did not want his fans to touch him. This time
when he received the jolt, he made sure not to step back. He even leaned a bit
more toward her, demonstrating how much she was welcomed in his presence, along
with her touch. He rubbed his index finger down the side of her face at her
hairline to her chin, lifting her face while he spoke.
“Actually, I just know how to pick’em, the lovely ladies,
that is, and you are the loveliest I’ve seen, by far, my fair lady.” He said
with his usual confident celebrity mode, expecting to impress her.
“Woe, a little bit over the top, but with some
style.” She shook her head in disbelief, looked over at Shawn and pointed
toward Nick with her head tilted. “Is he like this with every female in his
meet and greet lines?”
“Nope, I’ve never seen him blowing it like this
before.”
“Blowing it?” She asked. Her smile immediately left
her face, and she went on the defensive from this point on, assuming he was
pulling the same horse and pony show that her Michael did, when he was playing
his groupies. Shawn continued to shake his head and hint to his younger friend
that he was pouring it on way too much, and he needed to take it down a few
notches. Nick lost in her beauty, completely missed Shawn’s advice. The
memories of watching her Michael played like an old home movie in her head. He
also put his hands all over the groupies when he was intent on doing some
rocking between the sheets. She put her hand on Nick’s chest, pushed him back
away from her, sending another mind-bending jolt and reset the pace between
them. “Hey look, Prince Charming,
if you have some absurd twisted notion of trying out an older woman beneath the
sheets, you can stop right there. I’m not into one-night stands with artists.
Been there, done that. I married the bum, so save it for one of the Barbie’s
behind me.” Nick sucked in a quick deep breath, shocked at the
insinuation, finally caught on to the message that he was coming on way too
strong, and he put his hand on hers, stepping closer toward her in another
attempt to ease the tension that had resurfaced in the air around them.
“I’m so sorry if I gave you that impression. Honestly,
I’m not like that. Really, that has not been my intention. Please believe
me.” She patted his chest and pulled her hand out from under his.
“Good, so, let’s get this hat signed, and I’ll get out of
your way,” she said, showing her distaste for his pick-up lines. He started to
panic. He was obviously offending her, and she was about to bolt from his life.
He had to find a way to ask her backstage, but she was already doubting his
intentions. Asking her backstage now would only make her more suspicious.
“Why don’t you lower your head, and I’ll sign your hat.”
Katie put her head down, while Nick tried to keep his shaking hand steady.
Shawn knew exactly how Nick was feeling, fighting that natural biological
response of a man at the sight of a beautiful woman, having been completely
struck dead center by cupid’s arrow. Nick prayed she wasn’t looking that way,
nor would notice what was happening to him below the belt, beyond his control.
“There,” he said when he finished. Tongue-tied and lost in another gaze, in the
beauty of her eyes, he was acting like a man completely smitten. He started
studying her entire face as if to take it all in permanently, memorizing the
face of his first jolt-giver. There was an awkward silence, as she picked
up on that gaze, but found it too incredulous to indulge in such a
thought.
“Yoo-hoo, where did you go? Are you okay? Are these meet
and greets that boring for you that you retreat off into the last electronic
game you played with your buddy, realizing where you screwed up to get your guy
shot up?” He just stood there, not hearing a word she said as Katie
looked over at Shawn who was cracking up at his friend’s usual technique
bombing bountifully. She shrugged her shoulders at Shawn with her palms open
wide. Shawn shook with laughter.
“Hey buddy, dude, Nick,” Shawn said jerking Nick out of
his daze.
“I’m sorry. I got lost in those beautiful eyes, again.
Really, they are captivating, and I keep losing my train of thought because of
them.” Katie giggled a high-pitched snicker.
“Oh my God, are you for real?” She looked over at
Shawn with a doubting look. Shawn nodded yes, while still snickering at his
friend with his chuckling.
“Yes, I am as real as the blue in your eyes,” Nick said
with a serious face, swooning and staring into those irresistible eyes that
kept calling to him with the twinkle in them.
“Geez, your come backs are as good as your lines.” Forgetting that they had just met moments
earlier, Nick stepped a half of a step closer to her and put his giant hand on
her shoulder. His thumb and index finger crept up her neck. He started
caressing her neck with his thumb, coming on to her as if they were already a
couple.
“So, what do you do?” He asked, swooning. At this point,
his come on was really starting to annoy her and she was going to drop him as
best as she could. She decided to fight a little fire with her own brand of
fire. She stepped in closer, and with a seductive look in her eye, she walked
her fingers up his chest, sending him to jolt-giver’s heaven. She turned her
head just slightly and poured on the sarcasm, showing her aggravation.
“Okay, Mr. Smooth Talking Tower of Temptation. I’ve
already told you that I’m not a groping groupie, nor am I a worshiping one.
Now, besides the beautiful easy young Barbie’s behind me in line, if you can’t
win over any of them, then you can always go to the east side of the city,
you’re bound to find some of what you are looking for on one of those street
corners.” Shawn’s eyes opened wide as well as his mouth, and he busted
out laughing, amused at how this woman was knocking his cocky, most-wanted
bachelor friend on his butt, throwing him into complete confusion. Nick
immediately removed his hand and backed up at that accusation. He put his hands
in his pockets, knowing now that he was beginning to aggravate her. Embarrassed
by what she thought, he tried to recover.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. I meant, what
do you do for a living?” Katie
threw her right hand up to her mouth, lowered her head and grabbed the top of
her hat with embarrassment. Shaking her head back and forth, and lowering her
visor, she apologized with all sincerity.
“Shoot, there I go running off my mouth, again. It’s my
past, come back to haunt me. My Michael used to work his groupies, and it drove
me crazy. That was so stupid. I’m so sorry, please forgive me.” Nick,
noting that she felt terribly, stepped in closer. He put his hand on her
shoulder to comfort her. He spoke soft and tenderly to her.
“There’s nothing to forgive. I’m an idiot fumbling with
my words.”
“Well, you tremendous, towering inferno, I guess I’m the
one being presumptuous, so sorry. I’m a teachah,” she said in her Yankee
accent.
“Wow! Cool! What grade?”
“Kindergahten,” she said as a true Yankee stretching out
the vowel sound without the noted “R,” in typical Yankee form.
“Wow! That’s even better. You look like a teacher.”
Katie squished her eyebrows together in a puzzled look.
“Looking like a teacher, is that good or bad?”
“Oh, it’s good. You look like a woman that kids
would love to be around.”
“Okay, we’re back to that. I’ll play, again,” she said
putting on her playful side, again. She grabbed his hand and started swinging
it as if flirting. “Well, you look like a hunky country singer that
groupies like to hang all over, offering up anything your little heart or other
little part desires.” Nick broke down embarrassed but found it extremely
funny. He put his other hand on his shaking middle from the laughter and lifted
her hand.
“Score one for the teacher, that was funny, but you’ve
been funny the whole time, when I haven’t ticked you off, being an
idiot.”
“You’re not an idiot. I think you’re charming. It’s just
that your charm isn’t going to work on me, for whatever that little part of
yours desires.” Shawn continued to crack up at her funny sense of humor.
She let go of his hand. Nick, disappointed that she let go, cleared his
throat.
“So, Teach, I’ll bet you have lots of kids come back to
see you.” She smiled at his nickname for her, finding it cute, while she hoped
that he could not remember her name.
“Well, I have my fair share of returns.”
“I’ll bet you’re being modest. If you were my
kindergarten teacher, I’d come back twice a year, nope, maybe three, or four,
times a year, even to this day as a grown man. Ah hell, standing here makes me
wish I could go back to kindergarten so I could sit at a desk and stare up at
you for six hours a day.” Katie tilted her head and lifted her eyebrows. Shawn
cleared his throat to indicate too strong. “I mean and listen to your funny and
your accent,” he said, recovering.
“Wow, I wonder what you would have said if I told you I
was a nurse. Ah— don’t go there,” she said with a facetious smile, raising and
lowering her eyebrows. Nick broke up, again.
“So, tell me, your accent, I love it. What is it New
York?” Katie’s face became serious, and she stuck her chin out as if
offended.
“New Yawhk?” She dropped her Kentucky drawl and reverted
to her native tongue. Let’s put it this way, you magnificent monstrous
minstrel, it would be a cold day— no a blizzuhd’s day in hell for me to ever weeah’
a Yankee’s hat. I’m from Bawston. Ther’ah’s a big
difference, besides the seven seven ‘owahs’s’ drive ya know? We don’t
like being ‘comparehed’ to New Yawkahs, ya see? Learn the difference. I’ll let
it slide this time, but don’t let it happen again.”
“Well, I’m so sorry; I won’t make that mistake again.”
Nick tightened his lips, causing Katie’s face to soften in compassion. She
reached up and rubbed his arm, then put her hand on his sullen face, rubbing
his shadow beard.
“I’m so sorry, I did it again. I was just playin’ with
ya.’ Please forgive me. We are like that, you know. We Yankee-northerners are a
bit crass, sometimes, no matter how long we’ve been gone. I’m really sorry. I
made your beautiful smile go away.” He breathed a sigh of relief and dropped
the tension in his shoulders, flashing her his great big, dimpled smile showing
off his pearly whites.
“That’s okay, Teach, I’m not offended. I wasn’t following
you for a minute, but I’m a big boy. I can handle a little needling from a
Yankee-northerner, not a Yankee fan, though, Red Sox, I got it. I won’t
forget.” She gave a short giggle, knowing for sure now that he could not
remember her first name, which was just fine with her because of her mistrust
of his intentions. Realizing that she had stayed in that meet and greet far
longer than any of the other fans before her, she backed up to get ready to depart.
“Seriously, I gotta go, they’re going to start a riot out
there. I can hear the native groupies getting restless. So, short stuff, the
comedy routine has ended. It was nice meetin’ ya. Thanks for all the, umm,
compliments,” she said as if she did not believe in his sincerity. She put her hand out to shake his, and he
enveloped her tiny hand in his, putting his other hand on top, grasping and
stalling, to get the nerve to ask her backstage after the concert. He pulled in
his lower lip and was just about to bite the bullet and ask when she pulled her
hand from his and started to walk away. She turned back, looking up and smiled
at him. “Oh, and some of these groupies are cute, but take some
advice from an old lady, experienced in this. Yah nevah know what you’re
getting into, with a groupie, I mean. It’s bett’ah just to stay outside, even
if it’s really cold.” Katie raised her eyebrows and adjusted her hat with her
left hand. His smile immediately left his face as he noted the stop sign on her
left ring finger. That ring was screaming, taunting him, “taken too
late.” Nick’s sudden change in the expression on his face took
Katie to a whole new level of confusion. She had gone too far, and it was time
to exit stage left lickety-split. For a brief couple of seconds, Nick
looked over at Shawn and pointed to his ring finger, shrugging his shoulders.
When he turned back, she had disappeared, vanished into thin air. He panicked
and pointed with his head for Shawn to go after her. As the next person in line
joined Nick’s presence, he did his best to focus on what that girl was saying
to him, but his mind and heart had left that room to chase down his
long-awaited jolt-giver. As the young fan spoke, a muffled voice was all he
heard. He picked up his head to see Shawn enter back into the room. Shawn
shrugged his shoulders, raised his eyebrows and opened wide his palms,
indicating that he couldn’t find her. The letdown of her disappearance
dropped Nick worse than any line she gave him to stop his Prince Charming act.
He looked like a kid who had just lost his best friend. For the rest of the
meet and greet, he hardly heard a word anyone else said. Nick’s sunken heart
kept him from thinking about anything else but his jolt-giver and that
heart-stopping ring on her left hand.
Later, disappointment flooded his heart as if the Hoover
Dam of despair had burst in his head, when he could not see any trace of her in
the audience before the show when the lights were still up. After the concert,
from backstage, Nick searched the audience as they began to file out of the
arena. While Shawn and Nick walked back to the bus, Nick brought up the subject
of his jolt-giver. “Bro, it may be cold outside, but I’m telling you, it was
hot as all hell in that meeting room tonight. So hot, I could still feel it on
stage, especially knowing she was out there somewhere.”
“Yep buddy; she gave you that jolt thing your mom and
Gramps talk about, huh? Shit, you put on one helluva show, tonight, trying to
impress her, huh?”
“I guess it was a bit obvious.”
“Dude, when she accused you twice of trying to pick her
up for a quickie, I would have thought you got the message you were coming on
too strong. She kept knocking you on your ass, yet you kept getting
up right back at it. You were practically all over her. She obviously wasn’t
falling for the cocky country artist routine you usually can melt women and
groupies with.” Nick stopped short
and put his hand on his slightly shorter best friend.
“Shawn, the ring, she’s engaged.”
“You don’t know that. The ring could be on to keep the
creeps away. Some women do that,” Shawn said to encourage his friend as he
began to walk again to the bus. Nick stood there, still dumbfounded, and let
the idea of her possibly being available float around in his head with joyful
anticipation. He jogged a few steps to catch up with his friend.
“Hey, that’s right, she said that the last thing she
needed was to become a single mother, again. So, you suppose she has at least
one child? I mean what do you suppose she meant by a single mother, again?”
“I don’t know, but there’s a story there. Bro., even
without the ring and the betrayal from the ex-husband, you’ve got a lot of
ground to cover and make up for.” As Nick opened the door to the bus and they
stepped up into it. He looked behind him at his best friend of three
years.
“She hated me, I’m sure of that.”
“She didn’t hate you. Remember, every time she knocked
you down, she picked you back up, again. Something tells me that she’s real
special, and you’re going to have to be that much more special to win her
over.”
“I’m not that special,
Shawn.” Nick said plopping himself down on the couch in the front lounge
stretching his legs out in front of him.
“Nicolas Paul is, and I’d bet she’d love him,” Shawn
said, reaching into the mini fridge, pulling out two beers.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Shawn handed Nick a
beer, and he opened it, guzzling a good portion of it to drown his
discouragement.
“I think that she’d love the humble Nicolas Paul, but I
think she’d hate Nick Thomas the country music star. Don’t worry, pal, if she
is your true jolt-giver, you’ll get another shot at it. You know what your
Gramps said about that. It’s like he says, it’s only a tiny sip to get you
ready for that full love cocktail in which you’ll become fully inebriated in
God’s perfect time.”
“What? Do you record my Gramps?” He asked. Shawn moved on
to the back of the bus and knocked on the back suite door.
“Jeff, you ready to go get something to eat?” he asked
Nick’s driver.
“Be out in a minute,” a sleepy muffle voice called from
behind the door. Shawn returned to the front lounge. “Bro, I remember
when he said at yours and your Gran’s birthday party that the first time he saw
your Gran, he got that jolt thing, but it took years before he finally got her
to the altar. I mean if this is the one for you, she’ll be back.” Nick
nodded, recalling the many times his grandfather retold that story of his
meeting his one true love.
“Man, in all my days since I first discovered girls, no
one, has done to me, what she has. I have never experienced anything like that.
She turned me into a bumbling idiot.” Nick rose and shuffled over to the
cabinet to grab a towel.
“Yep, she sure did knock you down a few pegs. I hope she
comes back soon, because, dude, you need knocking down and a lot of it.”
“Are you saying I’m full of myself?”
“Over, pal, over full. You gotta learn to keep that in
check, no matter how many groupies worship you.”
“She certainly wasn’t worshiping me, that’s for sure. I
wonder why she was even in my line.”
“Didn’t you hear? She was there to get a CD signed for a
co-worker whose mother was dying. Where were you?”
“I didn’t hear that. I kinda got lost in her eyes the
minute I saw them. So, the CD was for a co-worker’s mother who was dying? Wow,
how cool is that? I’ll bet she’s something else. Generous to a fault.
Hey, she didn’t like me, but she must like my music if she bought it for
someone who was dying.”
“Yep, you got that going for you. She’ll be good for you,
and for us, cuz man, sometimes, you get pretty hard to live with when you get
too much of that idol worship,” Shawn said.
“So, are you saying I’m a jerk?”
“That’s exactly what he’s saying,” Jeff said emerging
from the bathroom. “You gonna come to the Circle City with us and grab a bite?”
He asked.
“Nah,, I’m gonna shower, then work on my album, til I
have to go back out on stage for the encore. I’m lost here. I got nothing. I’ve
lost my magic for sure.”
“Bro, you just met your jolt-giver, that ought to open
some channels of creativity.” Shawn said as he patted Nick on his
shoulder.
“Yeah, I suppose,” he said throwing the towel over his
shoulder. “Maybe I could come up with something now. Man, she really was magic,
huh?”
“What did she look like?” Jeff asked.
“Oh man, she was so cute, and tiny, and she had the most
beautiful eyes, ”Nick said swooning. “She was so funny, wasn’t she? Oh, shit,
Shawn, did you get her name?”
“Nope, I wasn’t paying attention then.”
“Great, I’ve got a jolt-giver, and I don’t even know her
name, only that she’s a teacher. How cool is that, anyway, a kindergarten
teacher at that.”
“Yes, and a hilarious one at that,” Shawn added.
“Yeah, she was so funny. I could sit with her forever and
never get sick of hearing that accent or her funny. I hope I see her again.”
Nick rose from the sofa, took off his shirt and tossed it in a pile of dirty
clothes. “She was incredible. I hope it’s soon. I could look into those eyes
every day for the rest of my life, I’m sure of that.” A sudden panic rose in
the forefront of his mind. “Wait a minute, I didn’t get a picture with her. She
bolted before you could take a picture. Oh, man, what if I never see her again?
Shawn, do you suppose that she didn’t like me so much that she didn’t even want
a picture with me?” Paranoia became the ruling emotion in that bus from
the lead vocalist.
“That teacher had the jolt-giver’s touch for you,
Nick. She’ll be back. Wait it out. Be glad there’s one out there for you.
You kept saying you feared that they’d never be one for you, because no woman
ever gave you that jolt thing. You now have experienced it, so just chill and
wait for her. Next time, don’t come on so strong and maybe you can get a
picture of her.” Shawn said with a snide chuckle as he grabbed his wallet and
his keys. “You sure you don’t want to come?”
“Nah, I’m going to take advantage of the quiet time here.
Where’s Jer’ and Mike?”
“I think they’re going to meet us there. Tommy’s probably
off drinking somewhere. Bro, you gotta get rid of him.”
“He’s a good drummer. He’s got a lot of talent,” Nick
said.
“Talent ain’t good for shit, if the guy’s a shit, and he
is. I think he’s giving the whack job inside information, and that’s why she’s
always around. You didn’t see her tonight, did you?” Shawn asked.
“Nope, she wasn’t in the line, but she was on the list,”
Nick said. “I wasn’t looking forward to seeing her, especially tonight after my
magic walked in there and into my life.”
“Don’t you know, stupid? She’s sick. She had the flu.”
Jeff said.
“How do you know that?” Nick asked while removing his
pants.
“Any idiot can read a Facebook page,” he retorted.
“Oh, and you follow her?” Nick asked.
“Dude, I’m the driver. I keep my eyes open. I look for
any opportunity to run her over,” he said cackling. Shawn and Nick cracked up
at that comment, which was typical of Jeff and his dry sense of humor.
“If only that were legal,” Nick said. “Well, thank God
for the flu and a pass on her tonight. She’s such a pain in the ass.”
Shawn looked back right before he descended the steps.
“She works her ass off for you, so you should be thankful
for that. Of course, that doesn’t mean you have to do anything about it.
The last thing that delusional whack job needs, is any more
encouragement.”
“I know. I avoid her as much as I can, without making it
too obvious.”
“Well, I’ll grab you a sandwich before I leave the pub,”
Shawn said as he and Jeff descended the steps.
“Thanks bro, for everything,” he said as he disappeared
into the shower.
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