Chapter 35
Darren
Each day felt like a week. I was counting minutes in the hour, and I was constantly checking my phone, hoping I would receive something from Bailey.
I went to work Thursday, and of course, there were hardly any appointments all day. Once I arrived home, I kept playing music; sometimes I played from inspiration, sometimes it was just to get better. I wanted to get back to the level I used to be on.
I got to work on Friday, and of course, melodies and choruses were coming to my head faster than they had all week. When I wasn’t thinking about how much I wanted to be with my guitar and keyboard, I was thinking about Bailey.
Repeatedly, I wondered how she had reacted to the song I made for her. I worried that Leah might not have given the memory card to her, but somehow, I knew she was going to follow through on her promise to me. I had made the song as a declaration of my feelings about her, so I was more concerned with how she took the message. But, there was a part of me that hoped she liked the song on a creative level, too.
Garrett and I worked on autopilot on Friday, ready for the weekend to come and save us from the drawn-out days. Garrett occasionally suggested that we both go out drinking together, but I was against it. My mind was only able to fasten onto one fixed point: Bailey Wright.
As our shifts were nearing their ends, Garrett and I found ourselves chilling in the lobby watching sports on the TV.
“So, did I tell you about the date I’m going on Saturday?” he asked me.
“Hell no, you didn’t!” I answered. “Who you going out with?”
“Her name’s Wendy,” he said. “She’s cute, really short, really funny, though. You know how most girls ain’t really actually funny? This girl is pretty goddamn funny, bro. You should meet her.”
“Dang, you trying to set me up with her or what?” I laughed.
“Hell no, what are you talking about?” he said. “Besides, what happened to spending eternity with your singer-songwriter high school sweetheart.”
“She’s more than a high school one,” I said. “She’s been around since before high school. It’s always been her.”
“You miss her, don’t you?”
“Of course, I do,” I said. “I want her so damn bad, but the longer I go not hearing from her, the more I think it’s over.”
“Why don’t you call her, dumbass?”
“Because that’d be too easy. She and I have never done things easy. It’s always complicated, and we never just say how we really feel or what we really want.”
We clocked out and walked to his car together.
“We really should go have some drinks,” Garrett repeated.
“You’re pretty damn adamant, aren’t you?” I said as I cleared things off the passenger seat in his car.
“So, that’s a yes?”
“No,” I repeated. “Garrett, man, I’m not really in the mood. I’m declining.”
“It’s Friday night,” he said again as if I didn’t know. “What’re you going to do?”
“Not go out and drink,” I said, closing the door and buckling my seatbelt.
“We haven’t gone drinking in a while,” he said.
“Yeah, in like two days!” I laughed. “Go out drinking with that girl Wendy.”
“Nah, I tried to see if she could hang, but she said she was only free this weekend,” he said. “Believe me, I tried. She’s super cool.”
“If you want to drink, let’s just grab some beers and kick back at my house?” I suggested. “We’ll play darts.”
“I’m not losing more money to you again, asshole,” he retorted as he started the car and took us onto the road.
“Just take me home, driver,” I quipped.
“Or, let’s go to the bar, and I’ll buy us enough shots to make you beyond wasted,” he urged. “Or, one beer if you’d rather take it easy tonight.”
“Why are you determined to get me liquored up, Newton?” I wondered. “What’s your plot here?”
“I know if you go with me tonight, you’ll have one of the best nights of your life,” said Garrett with a serious face. “I swear on my sister’s life that you will thank me for taking you out before we’re even drunk. What do you say?”
I still didn’t want to go out, but I succumbed and agreed to go out with him. His persistence had paid off, and I was ready to be proven wrong or right and either was fine by me.
I should have known that something peculiar was going on from Garrett’s constant badgering, but I was sure something was up once I knew where we were going.
We weren’t going to any of the two or three usual places we went to. He took us over to a bar called The Shoreman Stage & Bar, a place that often drew a more country crowd. People would drink, eat seafood, and sing songs with performers on the stage—if there were any performers. The place was just outside of Rome, and I’d passed by it many times, but never went in.
Garrett got us there in good time, but it took us a while to park. The place was active, but not packed yet. The food smelled good, and the alcohol looked delicious. I headed for the bar, but Garrett shooed me away.
“Go get a seat near the front of the stage!” he called to me. “I’ll get us beer and shots! And water!”
I obeyed his request, finding the closest seat to the center of the stage. There were only a few people seated near me, and it was difficult to see their entire figures in the dimness of the light near the stage. There was music playing over the sound system of the bar, but it was low. The stage was set up, with a microphone and amps on and a keyboard and guitar stand by a chair. Beside the chair was a music stand, and a half-filled bottle of water resting on it. I briefly imagined what it would be like if I were sitting up there. I hadn’t played for a small crowd in years.
Several minutes passed, and neither Garrett nor my drinks were at the table. I eventually became suspicious, leaning up from my table to look to the back.
When I spotted him, I realized the reason for his delay. He was talking to a short, cute brunette that looked about Bailey’s age. They were smiling and laughing. I deduced that the woman had to be Wendy, the person he was going on a date with the next day. She was able to make it after all.
I was happy to see Garrett happy, and even happier to see him and her walking my way with the booze, but I couldn’t hide my envy. He was already having fun with a girl he liked, and he got to see her and touch her. All I wanted was to hear Bailey’s voice, even if just over the phone.
The owner of the place walked out onto the stage, picking up the microphone and turning it on. As the room filled with the static buzz emitting from the speakers, Garrett and his new friend found their seats.
“Darren, this is Wendy!” Garrett introduced. “Wendy, this is my best friend, Darren!”
“So, you’re the famous Wendy,” I said shaking her hand.
“Oh, he talks about me, does he?” Wendy said with a raised eyebrow. “Should I be worried?”
“All good things so far,” I remarked.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” said the owner softly into the microphone. “Thank y’all for coming out here tonight. We appreciate your patronage.”
The bar erupted in random bursts of applause and hollering.
“Tonight, we have a very special guest performing here on stage,” the owner said with excitement. “She’s from here, and she’s putting us all on the map. She has a song out on the charts right now, and she’s going to go far!”
Slowly, I turned my attention to the stage.
“Folks, put your hands together for Rome’s own Bailey Wright!”
I was the only one in the place not applauding. I couldn’t move. I was stricken.
Sure enough, Bailey came walking out onto the stage, guitar in hand. She didn’t look in my direction at first, but I knew that Garrett picking this place was no accident.
“Good evening,” Bailey said into the microphone. “Hope y’all are doing well tonight.”
There was still some light chatter, but the place had quieted down for Bailey. I was staring at her, unblinking; I didn’t want to lose sight of her for a single moment.
“I wanted to sing up here tonight for a few reasons,” she continued, blinking her gorgeous blue eyes rapidly while my eyes remained locked open.
I shot a look over at Garrett, whose smile was wide enough to crack his face.
“I’ve only been here to the Shoreman once before,” said Bailey to the people. “I came with my parents when I was really little. My parents weren’t exactly musicians, but they did play a little piano and guitar; and they could sing, even though they didn’t think they could. The only time that they ever sang together in public, that I’m aware of, was here on this stage. I honestly don’t remember what they were singing, but it was special to see them performing together and looking so happy.
“I’m happy when I perform. If not happy, I’m content; music has been a constant companion to me. I always had a secret desire to play for my parents up on this stage one day. Sadly, both of my parents have passed away; but, on some level, I’d like to believe that somehow, someway maybe they’ll hear me tonight.
“The song I’m going to sing isn’t one of my own,” she continued. “The song is new, though. It was written for me, and I haven’t been able to get it out of my head since I heard it. So, I’m going to serenade y’all with it tonight. It’s called ‘Tennessee Sweet.’”
Even as I heard her speaking, it never registered to me as reality. I still couldn’t believe that she was standing before me, in the flesh, in Rome, Georgia.
She looked directly at me, grinning. She melted me into my seat, and I was enraptured.
She played the song in its entirety, including the lengthy instrumental introduction. By the time she was about to finally open her gorgeous lips and sing, I was sitting there like a stunned, dumb fool.
“Honey blowing in the wind, that’s my Tennessee sweet,” she sang. “Longing for the taste, waiting for the heat.”
She continued to sing my lyrics, performing them far more beautifully than I’d performed them in her Memphis studio. Garrett and Wendy kept looking from Bailey to me. I’m not sure how I looked, but if it was reflected in how I felt, I likely looked like a madman deeply in love.
When she finished, I was frozen in my seat. The applause rang in the place, but I was still astounded to see her standing there, let alone singing the song that I made for her. It was a moment that I knew would stay treasured in my memory forever.
Bailey hopped off of the stage, walked over to where I was sitting, and sat down beside me. My mouth was agape, and my eyes were wet even though they’d remained locked open for several minutes.
“Hi,” Bailey said to me.
I wanted to respond, but I was still speechless.
“I’m sorry for putting so much pressure on you,” she said quietly. “I know you love it here, and I do understand why. I’ll always want to be with you, but I’m not going to hold a grudge because you don’t want to move from Rome. This is your home. I want to find a way for us to work out. I don’t care if we have to do it long distance. I’d rather be in an online relationship with you, then no relationship with you at all. I love you, Darren. I always have.”
I grabbed her hand, holding it close to my chest.
“I’m sorry for being so short and mean to you,” I said. “I hate how unfair it’s been for us. I wish it could be easy.”
“I know,” she agreed. “But, sometimes you have to work a little harder when you want something really special. If it’s worth it, why lose it?”
I kissed Bailey’s hand, stroking it with my own. I stared at her beautiful face, hoping that I could burn it into my brain and never forget how she looked in that moment.
“I don’t care what part of the world I call home,” I told her. “As long as you’re in my world, I will find my way home.”
She pulled me in for a kiss, wrapping her arms around my head, running her fingers through my hair. We kissed passionately in our seats, not caring that we had most of the eyes in the place on us, or that much yelling and obnoxious behavior was being aimed at us. All that mattered was us.
“I love you, Bailey Wright,” I said. “Please be my lady.”