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Click here"You want me to come hold your hand?"
Joe laughed, reminded of how Bonnie would have said the same thing to him before a gig.
"A little moral support wouldn't hurt. I would be happy to send you a ticket and...you know...if you wanted to stay for a few days I could show you the city."
"I could think of a lot of things you could show me..." she said in a seductive whisper.
"I just bet you could."
"You've sold me! How could I turn down the chance to see the launch of a future rock legend?"
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. It's one gig."
"I tell you what...How about I bring that outfit I wore for Toby to wear to the show?"
Joe swallowed hard, remembering how smoking hot she had looked in it.
"You might distract me from focusing on the show, but I'm willing to take that risk," he replied.
"It's so great to hear your voice, Joe. I can't wait to see you."
"Me too. I'll send you the details straight away."
"Awesome! Take care until then. Bye."
Joe lay his phone back down, feeling the kind of youthful energy he hadn't felt in years. Crossing the room, he took down his acoustic guitar and returned to the couch sitting and absently plucking at the strings before a tune started to take shape inside his head. He hummed to himself while strumming away, chords and progressions occurring to him as he went. There was song hiding in there, he was sure of it.
"Maybe I'll call this one, Marta's song..." he whispered as the music flowed.
I sit here, listening to the last of "Who's Next". The albumn played in the background while I read this story. Sometimes singing along, harmonizing the way an old fart does remembering when...
Yeah, tears too.
I remember choices made. No time left to try the alternate path now. But even not having another chance ain't too bad. At least I didn't choose the path of gold above all other pursuits.
But the music is still within my soul, even if I never had your MC's talent.
A great story, a chance of a fuller life with a reincarnated Bonnie. Well done!