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Had a really good wedding gig today. The Primary actually spent time trying to teach me stuff.
Went to bed with muscles aching, my thoughts full of the emptiness of my bed, and the sweet warmth which Achingly Defiant gave to it during my few gigs last summers. I dreamt of jousting knights, perhaps a token leftover from A Game of Thrones, which I'd read while lounging in a hot bath that did my pains little good.
I awoke a few moments ago, deep in the heart of night, with this memory pounding in my head:
I am seventeen. It's my birthday, and I've taken my girlfriend to Medieval Times to celebrate. Our knight wins his joust, and tosses roses into the stands. I see one fly towards me, a little low, so I have to bend forward and the old woman in the row before me, uninterested in such favors, ducks out of my way. I snatch the rose out of the air with my left hand swinging right, and even before my fingers close about it, my body is turning in the same direction. In one fluid motion, I catch the Knight's Favor, and present it to my lady-love sitting beside me. No hesitation in this surprisingly graceful act from a boy with no nimbleness natural to him, and the look in her eyes is reward enough. The look in her eyes is poetry, her lips curl into an adoring smile like notes peeled off a harp string.
The look in her eyes is reward enough, for I was still pure and naive. But if it happened today....?
Went to bed with muscles aching, my thoughts full of the emptiness of my bed, and the sweet warmth which Achingly Defiant gave to it during my few gigs last summers. I dreamt of jousting knights, perhaps a token leftover from A Game of Thrones, which I'd read while lounging in a hot bath that did my pains little good.
I awoke a few moments ago, deep in the heart of night, with this memory pounding in my head:
I am seventeen. It's my birthday, and I've taken my girlfriend to Medieval Times to celebrate. Our knight wins his joust, and tosses roses into the stands. I see one fly towards me, a little low, so I have to bend forward and the old woman in the row before me, uninterested in such favors, ducks out of my way. I snatch the rose out of the air with my left hand swinging right, and even before my fingers close about it, my body is turning in the same direction. In one fluid motion, I catch the Knight's Favor, and present it to my lady-love sitting beside me. No hesitation in this surprisingly graceful act from a boy with no nimbleness natural to him, and the look in her eyes is reward enough. The look in her eyes is poetry, her lips curl into an adoring smile like notes peeled off a harp string.
The look in her eyes is reward enough, for I was still pure and naive. But if it happened today....?
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