Today's Taste of Thursday is taken from my WIP at the Publishers right now, Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences. I hope you enjoy the continuing saga between Simon and Jordan. Don't forget to go visit the other participating writers offer a look into their work for your reading pleasure. You can catch up to them via any of the links or one by one below. Don't miss even one ~ you'll love their work.
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| Someone to Watch Over Me |
Jordan
stretched out more comfortably on the sofa, uncurling her legs out from under
her. As she did, she stretched, arched her back and raised her arms above her
head. She opened her body to the music. As the music began, the sweeping
orchestration was romantic in and of itself. Jordan closed her eyes and allowed
the music to wash over her. She felt as if the music and the melodious sound of
Simon’s voice strummed and played her body. The music was Someone to Watch Over Me as she heard earlier while she drifted off
to sleep. It was so beautiful, she felt like crying. The longing, the yearning,
the romantic love that surrounded her in the perfect pitch of Simon’s voice was
so moving, so beautiful that Jordan felt the emotion well up inside of her to a
soulful pitch.
“Oh,
Simon, my God but that is beautiful. You have to release this cd. It will be a
huge hit with lovers and anyone who loves romantic period music from the 40’s.”
“Thank
you, Jordan. That means a lot to me coming from you.”
“It
sounds like a love letter; your voice is rich with an aching resonance. Are all
the songs like this?”
“Yes, I
believe so, Jordan.”
“And
your accompaniment. Who is it?”
“The
Boston Pops Philharmonic Orchestra.”
“Do you
realize that you will introduce an entire generation of music lovers to melodies
from another era? That is so wonderful! More people will hear your voice and
become fans. That was very clever of you. When will you release this cd?”
“I don’t
know, Jordan. I really hadn’t given a release any thought. I wanted to make an
album for lovers as a kind of love letter.”
“Well,
surely you did! It is just wonderful.”
“I am so
glad you like it, Jordan. It is very special to me.”
Jordan
made no further comments about the music and just enjoyed the pleasantries of
the music. She was unprepared to delve further into the genesis of the record.
She wanted to know, she wanted it to be for her, but hung in on the other hand,
she wanted to steer as far away from the reason for the record as possible.
Jordan was not ready to pursue anything with Simon that would constitute a
convenience. There was too much at stake. Her daughter’s life hung in the
balance. She was not risking her life in exchange for something that began and
ended ten years ago. The conversation ended, for the moment, on a romantic note
from the cd, Love is a Many Splendored
Thing, as Jordan closed her eyes again and drifted with the melody.
Jordan’s quiet revelry was short lived.
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I love your sensuous musical descriptions. I've always enjoyed reading how different people interpret that. I'm a bit like Simon. "What do you mean release my stuff? You listening isn't enough?" ;)
ReplyDeleteI don't think she has a choice though. If the love is there she won't be able to run away for long.
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