“Stay Right There.”

I sauntered up to the “stage”—corner of the bar, really—and turned back towards the audience.   I say sauntered, because he started playing an old Nancy Sinatra song as I got up, on account of my nice leather boots, which he happened to notice.  So how I could I not saunter up to the stage?

I turned back towards him, where he sat at the keyboard. I think I appeared more confident than I really was. But I did not quail.

“What are we doing tonight?” He asked.

Same thing we always do, I thought. “How about Syrup & Honey?”

I knew this song like the back of my hand—could probably sing it in my sleep; probably do. What I don’t know is how to sing with a live band. That’s why I keep coming back, like a junkie, to these Wednesday night jams. When I don’t go, I get upset at myself for missing an opportunity to sing. I rarely get to sing more than one song—but one day I hope to change that. Slow and steady wins the race, right?

We’d spoken during a lull, one of the rare moments when he wasn’t playing—he told me I needed to get right into the mic.

This time I listened.

As the song began, I could hear him encouraging in my ear.  The words flowed out of me and I stayed where I was, I did not shy from the mic, all the while I could hear from somewhere off on my lefthand, “stay right there.” Three little words that mean so much: don’t move, don’t you dare leave that spot, because if you do…you will lose it. It’ll be gone; and just like that you’ll be left frustrated and panting for another try. Stay right there.

Yes, I stayed right there.

The final notes ebbed away and I smiled up at him, like a fourth-grader with a schoolyard crush. I’m always a little moonstruck when a song goes well. He didn’t meet my eye, his gaze steadily looked out at the audience and he said, “That was Frank-tastic.”

Inwardly I groaned, but I couldn’t help agree. “Yes, that was Frank-tastic.”

Musicians and their egos, you know?

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6 thoughts on ““Stay Right There.”

  1. Munchkin May 14, 2010 at 10:05 am Reply

    seriously? “frank-tastic”?!?
    lol… too much. from the sounds of it wedensday nite went well… that’s great hun.

    • Olga May 15, 2010 at 6:37 pm Reply

      Indeed! It was a good night. 🙂

  2. Carolynne May 21, 2010 at 1:59 pm Reply

    Haha! That sounds so great. I would have loved to have seen it. It sounds like the perfect moment 😀

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