RemembeRED: So, Do You Wanna Play?
I drive over to the party by myself. I am totally okay with going alone. It’s an acquaintance’s house, and after putting and end to a long, unhealthily pointless relationship I feel independent.
I walk in well after dark, but the Texas heat still hangs heavy. The “party” is more like a small gathering at best. Five or six people sit around the low lit room thick with piney smoke. As the first and only female to join the festivities, I can tell I am welcome. I am handed a beer and introduced to those I don’t know.
A couple of the guys are absently strumming their guitars. The host blurts out to his roommate, whom I had just met, “Hey, Scott- Carrie plays drums.”
My face turns red.
I play, but only with people I know. People I have a comfort level with. And I am by no means good.
He continues, “Yeah, ya’ll should get together and play sometime.”
Jeez, won’t he let up?
We both give a slight smile and say, “Sure, that’s be fun.”
I forget about it and lose myself in the evening.
Two days later, the phone rings.
“Hey Carrie, this is Scott.”
He wants me to play music with him. Tonight.
I have anatomy to go over, but I could go and just not stay out too late.
My heart races.
What if he is way better than I am? I could embarrass myself!
I load up the Civic. I bring everything but the floor tom.
He greets me at the door to his office- a warehouse resembling the one in Office Space.
There is a small sound room we can use.
He is quiet, almost shy.
We start to play.
And it’s great. We are totally compatible. And we rock it.
“Let’s do it again next Sunday!”
The next Sunday we get together again. I can feel a change in the air.
I can feel the vibes.
We play, and we rock it.
“We should have dinner sometime.”
So we have dinner.
Which leads to a movie.
And more dinners.
And snuggling under blankets.
And laughter and tears and loving embraces and a lot of drummer’s blisters.
And then a proposal.
And eleven years after the day we met, we’ve still got it.
This post was inspired by a prompt from The Red Dress Club: Rhythm.