Talania: A Trip down Memory Lane
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They let me eat a slice of cake in peace before pestering me again.
“Come on babe,” Tristan says and gestures towards the stage.
“No!” I look around trying to find my dad. He will save me. Where did he go?
“He’s not saving you this time baby. Come on.” Tristan sees right through me.
Nope, no, no! I bite my lip, laying my fork on my plate. I firmly shake my head no.
“Baby, please?”
Ooh, the panty melting voice. I hate when he uses that voice; it oozes sex. That voice sends shivers down my spine. He knows I can’t say no to that voice.
With a deep sigh, I crack to the voice. “What do you want me to sing Tristan?”
“One of the new ones you’ve been writing.”
I gape at him. He has not been reading my journal! Well, it’s not really a journal. It’s my lyric book. But still, that is my private shit he is reading.
“You ass**le,” I hiss.
“I’m sorry.” He says with a smirk.
Oh the hell if he is! “No, you’re not, and you know it.”
He just grins. “Sing Down Memory Lane.”
Of course. He has read them all. I make a mental note to strangle his handsome neck later. “Fine.” I stand from the table and take a deep breath. “They will leave me alone if I do just one song, right?” Oh, I hope so.
Tristan leads me to the darkened stage and I look out to the crowd and gasp. With the house lights on, I can see that it is really crowded right now.
Suddenly I feel a little dizzy. “I don’t think I can do this Tristan.” My knees grow weak and I struggle to stand straight.
Tristan takes me by the hand and says, “Baby, breathe. This is easy. Trust me. You’re a natural, so just watch me and feel the music.”
He starts setting all the equipment up.
“We wrote and laid tracks for almost all your songs. Down Memory Lane is one of them. Is that the one you want to sing baby?”
Oh god! “I…I guess so,” I whisper. I do not sing. I have seen myself on videos, but that is it. “Tristan, are you sure I know what I’m doing?”
He stops and turns towards me.
“Baby, you’re better than I am, and that’s not a lie. We just gotta get you back into performing, that’s all.”
He has never lied to me that I know of. I trust him, so I take a deep breath.
“Okay,” I whisper.
“Okay.” He kisses my lips, and hands me a microphone while the rest of the band comes up on stage.
“Wait, you’re playing? You’re not just playing it over the speakers with a recorded track?” Panic is starting to hit me.
He looks like I just hit him in the gut.
“Are you nuts? Letting my baby sing to recorded music? I think not.”
They settle in with their instruments. Oh crap, I haven’t even heard the melody they wrote to go with my lyrics. I close my eyes. Sometimes I just wanna smack him upside the head.
They start playing. I turn around to Tristan as the spotlight shines on me. Oh shit, what did they get me into? He mouths the word ‘go’.
I turn around and the words flow softly from my lips. My hands are shaking, my knees are wobbly, and it isn’t until I look out into the crowd and see them smiling that I start feeling it.
I may have forgotten you
But you never forgot me
My mind losing you
My heart keeping you
But baby we strolled down memory lane oh— did we stroll down memory lane
Reminiscing with touch
Kisses
Photos
Videos
Oh baby did we stroll down memory lane oh—did we stroll down memory lane
So baby I don’t need memories because I have you
Oh baby do I have you— to stroll me down memory lane—
I’ll never forget those memories because I have you— to stroll me down memory
lane—
As the last note falls from my mouth, I’m speechless at myself. The crowd erupts into cheers and I am frozen in place. I just did that! I just freaking did that!
Strong arms wrap around me and I sigh into them.
“I told you baby,” he whispers.
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“Tristan, did you see that? Did you hear them clapping and screaming for us? We did it baby; we totally just rocked this beach party!” She screams.
“Yes, we did. What’s with these damn pink streaks in your hair?” I pick one up, tossing it around. I am always looking for a reason just to touch her.
“Oh hush it. You know you like it.” She rolls her eyes and smirks at me.
“That did feel good, huh baby?” I grin at her. Her excitement is contagious. She is so damn cute when she is like this.
“Yes! That was great baby.” She is so excited her body is trembling.
“Dude, that was f**king awesome!” Drake runs over to where we are standing, and with a flying leap, jumps on my back.
“It was! It was so awesome!”
I look over at Evelyn and my breath catches. Her smile is so bright that her whole face is glowing. She did great tonight, but I never had any doubt about her. My infinity has the voice of an angel.
She catches me watching her and the look on her face softens. “We’re gonna make beautiful music and beautiful babies together, aren’t we?” she whispers.
Oh hell yes we are! “Do you even have to ask?” I tease.
She shakes her no.
“I love you baby,” I push Drake off my back and grab hold of her, bringing my lips to hers.
“Come on babe,” Tristan says and gestures towards the stage.
“No!” I look around trying to find my dad. He will save me. Where did he go?
“He’s not saving you this time baby. Come on.” Tristan sees right through me.
Nope, no, no! I bite my lip, laying my fork on my plate. I firmly shake my head no.
“Baby, please?”
Ooh, the panty melting voice. I hate when he uses that voice; it oozes sex. That voice sends shivers down my spine. He knows I can’t say no to that voice.
With a deep sigh, I crack to the voice. “What do you want me to sing Tristan?”
“One of the new ones you’ve been writing.”
I gape at him. He has not been reading my journal! Well, it’s not really a journal. It’s my lyric book. But still, that is my private shit he is reading.
“You ass**le,” I hiss.
“I’m sorry.” He says with a smirk.
Oh the hell if he is! “No, you’re not, and you know it.”
He just grins. “Sing Down Memory Lane.”
Of course. He has read them all. I make a mental note to strangle his handsome neck later. “Fine.” I stand from the table and take a deep breath. “They will leave me alone if I do just one song, right?” Oh, I hope so.
Tristan leads me to the darkened stage and I look out to the crowd and gasp. With the house lights on, I can see that it is really crowded right now.
Suddenly I feel a little dizzy. “I don’t think I can do this Tristan.” My knees grow weak and I struggle to stand straight.
Tristan takes me by the hand and says, “Baby, breathe. This is easy. Trust me. You’re a natural, so just watch me and feel the music.”
He starts setting all the equipment up.
“We wrote and laid tracks for almost all your songs. Down Memory Lane is one of them. Is that the one you want to sing baby?”
Oh god! “I…I guess so,” I whisper. I do not sing. I have seen myself on videos, but that is it. “Tristan, are you sure I know what I’m doing?”
He stops and turns towards me.
“Baby, you’re better than I am, and that’s not a lie. We just gotta get you back into performing, that’s all.”
He has never lied to me that I know of. I trust him, so I take a deep breath.
“Okay,” I whisper.
“Okay.” He kisses my lips, and hands me a microphone while the rest of the band comes up on stage.
“Wait, you’re playing? You’re not just playing it over the speakers with a recorded track?” Panic is starting to hit me.
He looks like I just hit him in the gut.
“Are you nuts? Letting my baby sing to recorded music? I think not.”
They settle in with their instruments. Oh crap, I haven’t even heard the melody they wrote to go with my lyrics. I close my eyes. Sometimes I just wanna smack him upside the head.
They start playing. I turn around to Tristan as the spotlight shines on me. Oh shit, what did they get me into? He mouths the word ‘go’.
I turn around and the words flow softly from my lips. My hands are shaking, my knees are wobbly, and it isn’t until I look out into the crowd and see them smiling that I start feeling it.
I may have forgotten you
But you never forgot me
My mind losing you
My heart keeping you
But baby we strolled down memory lane oh— did we stroll down memory lane
Reminiscing with touch
Kisses
Photos
Videos
Oh baby did we stroll down memory lane oh—did we stroll down memory lane
So baby I don’t need memories because I have you
Oh baby do I have you— to stroll me down memory lane—
I’ll never forget those memories because I have you— to stroll me down memory
lane—
As the last note falls from my mouth, I’m speechless at myself. The crowd erupts into cheers and I am frozen in place. I just did that! I just freaking did that!
Strong arms wrap around me and I sigh into them.
“I told you baby,” he whispers.
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“Tristan, did you see that? Did you hear them clapping and screaming for us? We did it baby; we totally just rocked this beach party!” She screams.
“Yes, we did. What’s with these damn pink streaks in your hair?” I pick one up, tossing it around. I am always looking for a reason just to touch her.
“Oh hush it. You know you like it.” She rolls her eyes and smirks at me.
“That did feel good, huh baby?” I grin at her. Her excitement is contagious. She is so damn cute when she is like this.
“Yes! That was great baby.” She is so excited her body is trembling.
“Dude, that was f**king awesome!” Drake runs over to where we are standing, and with a flying leap, jumps on my back.
“It was! It was so awesome!”
I look over at Evelyn and my breath catches. Her smile is so bright that her whole face is glowing. She did great tonight, but I never had any doubt about her. My infinity has the voice of an angel.
She catches me watching her and the look on her face softens. “We’re gonna make beautiful music and beautiful babies together, aren’t we?” she whispers.
Oh hell yes we are! “Do you even have to ask?” I tease.
She shakes her no.
“I love you baby,” I push Drake off my back and grab hold of her, bringing my lips to hers.
