I was alone in Minneapolis. Earlier that day I had flown into this frozen-over city for a brief business trip. I was having a two night stand with the city and other than being chilled to the core I was enjoying myself.
After the sun set I decided to venture out of my hotel room and explore. I didn’t know my way around at all but with my innate abilities to find an eventful good time it was only minutes before I saw the electric light of a JAZZ sign hanging off of a building. I descended the stairs into the dimly lit bar room of a steak house. The place wasn’t very busy but a band was about to start so I sat at a table in a dim corner and ordered a glass of cabernet. A southern blues-soul sound began to fill the room. The lead had a perfect sort of rough sound to his voice that matched his sexy scruffy exterior. My senses were overwhelmed. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the band. The sound of the piano bounced off the walls and filled me with sheer elation. I stayed for hours until their gig was over.
The next night I went back. How could I not? This time I sat up at the bar and drank meaty red wines while smiling slyly at the singer who was definitely making eyes at me. The air was full of electricity. I wasn’t sure if I was so drawn to him because he was ridiculously handsome or because the music was a siren song. In retrospect perhaps it was the wine making a delicious blend of the two.
After the set he met me at the bar with the rest of the band. We flirted and had a few laughs. Conversation was easy. We went well together. When the bar closed we wandered to another in order to prolong our meeting. Our hands were entwined. Toward the end of the night I found myself in his car as he gave me a ride back to my hotel so I wouldn’t have to endure the chill. Our discussion turned to something personal and intense regarding a recent divorce and your soul aching. It led to a very passionate kiss. He cupped my cold face with his hands and said I had to be some sort of angel. I had appeared at the perfect moment. His sparkling eyes locked in on mine as we kissed again. Then we said goodbye. I flew home to New York a few hours later.
We never saw each other again.
11 comments:
Wow. I wish I had a story like that.
no exchange of email addys? who knows, maybe its traveling jazz band....
If your on business in St. Louis I've got a keyboard and a style called random key jazz.
Be careful when dating jazz musicians. A lot of them are into scat, the dirty beggars.
Haha, oh Knight, I KNOW you had a blast, the party follows you everywhere :)
Story of my life... only without the girl. ;P
two ships passing in the night
sigh - I need a business trip like that.
Hey, that was me. That was you? Wow. Long time!
That is the perfect short story.
and Addman cracked me up.
I should mention, this was well over five years ago. The story is never as easy as it sounds but everything I wrote is true. At least it is in my memory. I suppose if he ever found it he might remember it differently.
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