by David Archer
The loud exhaust caught the attention of the band, and they all came out to see the car. Sam and Indie shook hands all around, and Chris said, “Cool, you brought the wife!”
Sam started to speak, but Indie beat him to it. “Not yet, I'm not,” she said with a grin, and Sam stared at her. “I'm just the housekeeper, but he throws in fringe benefits now and then, like getting to come hear you guys play. I hope it's okay?”
“It's fine, Honey,” Candy said. “We're musicians, we love an audience! Come on in, we've got some folding chairs in the garage!”
They all went inside, and Sam and Indie got chairs and parked themselves just inside the door. “Best spot,” he said to Indie. “The empty garage acts like a band shell and reflects all the music right to us.”
“I take it you've done this before?” she asked.
He grinned. “I was in a garage band before they called them garage bands. Back then, we just called 'em rock groups.”
They sat back and Janice came out of the house with bottles of Coke for them, and then the band all took their places. Chris stepped up to the front microphone. “Since Barry's gone AWOL, I'm doing the vocals, just to keep us in practice,” he said. “I'm not as good as he is, but I'm what we've got at the moment.”
They launched into a rendition of one of their songs, then, and Sam and Indie rocked their chairs and slapped their thighs in time to the music. One song followed another, and Indie commented to Sam that Chris wasn't all that bad, himself.
“Ah,” Sam said, “I've heard better, and not just from Barry.”
The band took a break after about an hour, and they all sat around talking.
“So,” Chris asked, “what do you think? I mean, I know it's not right, with Barry not here, but I think the music is pretty good.”
Sam nodded. “It is, it really is. Reminds me of my own days with the band in college. We did a lot of metal, back then, not so much of the pop stuff as you guys are doing, but I always wanted to soften things up a bit.”
“Hey, that's right, you used to sing,” Chris said. “Wanna hit the mic for a few?”
Sam laughed. “No, thanks, I don't know any of your songs. When I sing nowadays, it's usually the stuff I wrote, so nobody knows if I mess up besides me.”
“Do you play? Guitar or anything?”
Sam nodded. “I play a little guitar, yeah. Not as well as you, though, just more of an acoustic style, I guess.”
Chris got up and went further back into the garage, and came back with a nice Yamaha acoustic guitar. “Here ya go,” he said. “Show us what you got?”
Sam waved it off. “No, no, really,” he said, but the band and Indie all joined in to encourage him. He tried to laugh it off, but they wouldn't let it go, so finally he said, “Okay, fine, then, one song.”
He took the guitar and moved to sit on a stool near the mic, while Chris plugged a cord into the base of the instrument and turned a couple of dials on the amp.
“All yours,” Chris said. “Make it moan, man!”
Sam strummed the guitar's strings a few times, felt out the frets and then began to play softly. “This is something I wrote about ten years ago,” he said, and then began to sing softly into the microphone. (Click to listen)
She walked along the riverside, the fall leaves blowin' by
And stopped beside a small cascade, a flower caught her eye
And as the petals fall, she whispers that old rhyme
He loves me, loves me not, which one wins this time?
And who would believe
That a daisy, after all
Could heal a broken heart
By letting petals fall
She walked along the riverside, and silently she cried
If just one petal had remained, her hopes might not have died
But as the rhyme went round, those petals blew away
Until the last one softly fell, he loves me not, today
And who would believe
That a daisy, after all
Could heal a broken hear,
By letting petals fall—all—all
She walked along the Riverside, her heart lost in despair
And almost missed the whispered sound of another lost heart there
She stood beside the willow tree, and watched the lonely man
And listened as he whispered to the daisy in his hand
And who would believe
That a daisy, after all
Could heal a broken heart
By letting petals fall
She walked along the riverside, a flower caught her eye…
The garage went silent as the last note faded away, and Sam looked up to find five people staring at him, their mouths open in utter shock.
“Dude,” Chris said, “man, that was freakin' awesome!”
Stan was nodding. “I am sayin',” he said. “Man, music lost out when you stopped singing!”
Candy and Janice just started applauding, and a moment later, the rest of them joined in. Sam looked at Indie and saw tears streaking her cheeks.
“Aw, c'mon, it wasn't that good! I haven't even practiced it in years, I'm surprised I got through it!”
“Well, do something else, then,” Indie said, and the band all echoed her. “Yeah, man, do another one!” “Encore, encore!”
Sam shook his head. “Okay, fine, one more. Lemme think—okay, I got one.”
He struck one note, and then a chord, and a moment later he began to sing. (Click to listen)
Life brings with it things that we can never live without
We all need air and water, fire to keep the cold world out
But in my heart I've found a source, to give me all I need
A way to keep me goin' that escapes mortality
I live here in a place that human eyes could never see
A place where every hope I've ever known can be set free
Where my fears can be forgotten, and my dreams can all come true
Cause everything I need I found in you
And I don't need money, when I can spend
Some moments with you, now and then
I don't need water when I'm thirsty
I can drink your beauty in
I don't need fire to keep me warm
When your eyes hold the perfect flame
And I don't need air
I can just breathe your name
I look into your eyes and see my soul reflected there
Your smile lights up the path I follow down life's thoroughfare
Your strength can keep me standing when I'm weak enough to fall
And your love lets me know that I can make it, after all
You sing and I hear music other hearts will never know
A song of love and wonder that ‘til now had gone untold
And I'll spend every tomorrow doing all that I can do
To prove that everything I need, I found in you
And I don't need money, when I can spend
Some moments with you, now and then
I don't need water when I'm thirsty
I can drink your beauty in
I don't need fire to keep me warm
When your eyes hold the perfect flame
And I don't need air
I can just breathe your name
I don't need fire to keep me warm
When your eyes hold the perfect fla—a—me
And I don't need air
I can just breathe your name…
Once again there was silence, but it lasted for the space of about five seconds before all five of those listening burst into applause. Chris was on his feet, bouncing from one foot to another, and clapping his hands together.
“Oh, man,” he said, “dude, that was incredible! I love the lyrics to that song!”
Candy had tears in her eyes. “That,” she said, “was about the most incredible love song I have ever heard! I don't know who the lucky girl is that you wrote that for, but she's a fool if she let you get away!”
Indie nodded her head. “Holy cow, Sam, I didn't know you had that kind of romance in you!”
Chris was still talking. “Do you have other songs like that that you've written? Man, I'd love to see us record that, heck, both of 'em! And I wanna see anything else you got! Please?”
Sam was turning red. “Yeah, I've got a few more,” he said, “but this is getting way outa hand! I didn't come here to sing, I came to listen.”
“He's good,” Stan said suddenly. “He's really good. I mean, like he's almost as good as Barry, but in a different way.”
“Yeah,” Chris said. “I totally agree, man, I totally agree!”
Stan walked up to Sam and looked him in the eye. “Would you fill in ‘til Barry comes back? We can teach you our songs, that's no big deal, but we need a lead singer. Chris doesn't have it, and neither do I or the girls. We're all good on harmony and backup, but we need a good lead. If you'd stand in, we could make some of our gigs that are scheduled, and to be perfectly honest, man, we need the money!”
Sam stared at him, as the rest of the band suddenly jumped onto the idea. Even Indie was nodding her head, as Sam was shaking his. “Come on, now, all of you,” he said. “I'm no singer, I'm a private eye! I haven't been in front of an audience in better than twelve years!”
“What’s that got to do with anything?” Chris asked him. “You've got the voice, you've got a style—man, I'm telling you, this is a great idea. And it might even be the thing that'll get Barry to come in out of the cold! I mean, how would you feel if you were the lead singer of a band, and suddenly you get replaced by an unknown? You'd get mad, right? If he hears about it, maybe he'll come back and we can find out what happened!”
The conversation just went downhill from there, as far as Sam was concerned, but in the end, he agreed. The band would begin teaching him their songs the next day, and he assured them he'd be there at two to start learning.
The thing that finally convinced him to go along with it wasn't any hope that Barry might show up, however; it was Indie's comment that his songs got to her heart and made her feel as if he was actually singing to her. He didn't know what to say to that, because, if he were to be honest with himself, he sort of was. He had specifically chosen those two songs from his personal repertoire because they made him think of her when he let them run through his mind.
4
Sam and Indie made it home about six, after stopping down at the Mitchells' place to pick up Mackenzie. Indie was all excited as she told the little girl that Sam was going to be a singer, and then he had to get out his guitar and sing a song for her, to prove it.
“Never had a child that young call me a fibber, before,” he said to Indie, and she laughed.
“My daughter is a lot like her mother,” she said. “You tell one of us something, you better be ready to back it up! Why didn't you ever tell me you could sing like that?”
Sam looked at her, letting his head rock around a bit as if confused. “Um, excuse me,” he said, “but if I recall correctly, I've known you for about two whole weeks, now. Since I haven't been trying to make time with you, saying, 'Hey, let me serenade you' didn't seem to be too high on my list of priorities. Sorry about that! I'm sure I would have mentioned my music sooner or later, it just hadn’t seemed to fit into our conversations so far.”
Indie stared at him for a moment, and then stunned Sam by turning and running up the stairs to her room. He heard the door slam a second later, and then Kenzie came to him.
“What's the matter with Mommy?” she asked, and Sam only shook his head.
“Sweetheart, I wish I knew!”
Upstairs, Indie was lying across her bed, and fighting back the tears that were trying to come.
Just stop it, she thought. Okay, so he doesn't see me that way, I get it! And like he said, Dummy, you've only known him two weeks; be kinda stupid to be falling in love this fast, wouldn't it? Oh, but why does he have to be such a great guy, then? Why does he have to make me feel like I'm the most beautiful girl in the world when he looks at me? Am I losing it, do I not have what it takes to attract a decent guy anymore?
She lay there for several minutes, until Kenzie came in and climbed onto the bed beside her. “Mommy, are you okay?” the little girl asked, and Indie dried her eyes as she looked up at her daughter.
“I'm fine, Baby,” she said. “I just thought something that made me sad, that's all, but I'm all better now. Let's go make dinner, okay?”
“Okay!” Kenzie said, and took her mother's hand to pull her up off the bed.
When she got downstairs, Sam was sitting in his recliner, but he got up and came into the kitchen as he heard her moving around in there. He sat at the kitchen table and watched as she got out pans, and Kenzie went back to the living room and turned on the TV.
He'd been startled when she took off, and he'd seen the tears trying to come from her eyes just before she did, so he'd sat down and tried to figure out what he had said that hurt her feelings. The trouble with being a cop is that you become accustomed to analyzing motives, and so his thoughts had gone in that direction, trying to fathom what could have motivated her to start to cry simply because he hadn't told her about his music, yet. He'd let the possibilities run through his mind, and finally realized that the only one that made any sense was that she was feeling an attraction to him, just as he was feeling one to her.
The other thing about being a cop is that you become quite confident in your own powers of deduction, so he was pretty sure he'd hit on the answer. The only question remaining was what to do about it, and that's the one he wasn't sure of. He sat and watched her for a moment, until she finally turned to face him.
“Okay,” she said, “I owe you an apology. I don't know what hit me, just then, and I shouldn't have done that. I hope it's okay, and you'll forgive me.”
“Nope,” he said, and her eyes went wide. “It's not okay, not until we talk about it. Come sit down for a minute, Indie.”
She stared at him, afraid that she'd messed up somehow and might even lose the home she and Kenzie were becoming so fond of. “Can I get dinner started first? I'm gonna make chili mac, unless you don't want me to?”
“That's fine,” he said, “go ahead.” He sat and watched as she put water on to boil in one pot, and put two cans of chili into another, turning the heat on low beneath it. When she was done, she came and sat down across from him, watching his face nervously.
“Indie,” he said, “there's something I want to tell you, and I hope it's not gonna cause us a problem, cause I really, really like having you and Kenzie here. If what I say upsets you, I hope we can get past it and keep things the way they are, okay?”
Okay, now I'm really nervous, she thought. “Okay—I'll try, anyway.”
Sam smiled. “Okay,” he said, and then he seemed to be at a loss to say any more. He opened his mouth twice, but nothing came out. It was the third time that was the charm. “Indie, you are a very beautiful girl,” he managed to say, “and I want you to know that I notice that. I notice it every single time I look at you, in fact, and I'm sure you've caught me looking at you a lot.” He blushed as he said it, and Indie suddenly felt a surge of hope begin to swell up within her. “The thing is, when I offered to let you come stay here, I promised you I wouldn't try anything, that it wasn't like that, you remember?”
She nodded her head, and watched him closely.
Sam cleared his throat. “Okay, well, see, if I'm gonna be completely honest, the more I'm around you, the more I'm feeling—attracted to you. I just adore Kenzie, and I've come to the point that I can't deny what I'm feeling for you, anymore, either. I've been trying not to let it show, because I didn't want you to think anything bad of me, but I can't deny that I think you're a pretty wonderful woman, and sometimes, I think about—us. Being an 'us,' I mean, I think about us being an 'us,' and—I think you think about it sometimes, too.” He seemed to be struggling for the words he wanted to say, and paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. �
��If I'm wrong, I'm about to feel like a real idiot, but if I'm right, then I think we need to be grown ups and talk about it, don't you?”
Indie sat there for a long moment, and it was Sam's turn to be nervous. When she finally opened her mouth to speak, it was very softly.
“Sam, I've been all on my own for a long time, now, just me and Kenzie. I've met a lot of guys, and it's always seemed like all they want is to get close enough to make me want them, and then they're done. I've had my heart broken a lot, y'know? And so has Kenzie, when she gets to liking a guy who seems to like me, and then he’s just gone.” She looked down at her hands, which were nervously fiddling with the saltshaker, and shoved it away. “When you first made your offer, I thought you were just another guy out to get into my pants, and I was desperate enough I thought about it, just because it would mean Kenzie had a place to stay for a while. But you made it clear, right from the start, that you weren't like that, and even though I didn't believe it at first, I began to after a few days. You could have made a move on me after you bought Kenzie her own furniture, and I'd have felt like I had to go along with it out of gratitude, as much as out of desperation. I would have understood it, even if I didn't really like it, but again, you weren't like that. You were just a great guy helping out a girl who needed it, but then you went even further and gave me a real job—one after another, if you think about it.”
She let out a long sigh. “Sam, no one's ever been there for me like you have, and yeah, I know we haven't known each other for a long, but the truth is, I think you're the greatest guy on earth. Do I wanna hop into bed with you? I don’t have to, but I won't pretend I haven’t thought about it, though, and if you tell me you haven’t had a fantasy about me, I'll call you a liar. We're a man and a woman living in the same house, we're both feeling a mutual attraction and neither of us has anyone, so of course we're going to have fantasies about each other. That's normal; rushing into something wouldn't be. Do I like you? Oh, yes! Am I thrilled to know you like me? Oh, hell, yes!”
