Get Rid of Him … Rock On… with the DEAD!

Richmond at nightWe finished our drinks and walked back to my flat are in arm. Pete was easy to be around. I enjoyed his company even more after we stopped dating.

“Do you want a cup of coffee or anything?” I asked.

“No thanks! I may jump in the bath though, I still feel grimy from work, want to join me?”

I didn’t answer, just threw a clean towel at him, and a robe he’d left here over a year ago.

I opened the window in my bedroom, enjoying the cool breeze. It was quiet outside, the rides and their music, had to shut down at then o clock during the week. They made up for it on Friday and Saturday, when the little market town rock and rolled until midnight. I made myself a cup of Horlicks, I needed to sleep and it usually helped.

Pete emerged from the bathroom in a halo of steam, smelling fresh and looking relaxed.

“I think you’ve lost weight, that robe was much more snug last time you wore it.”

His face beamed at the compliment. “You’re the only person who’s noticed, I’ve started running, and I work out.”

He made to open his robe, “want a closer look?” he asked hopefully.

I turned my head and held up my hand. “Stop now!” In truth I was tempted to look. I’d always have a soft spot for Pete. I think all his ex girlfriends would (and there were a lot of them) he was that kind of guy.

He looked at the sofa. “How about you let me in your bed? I promise I won’t touch you. Well maybe a cuddle, but the sofa is too short, I’ll never sleep on it.”

“OK, you can sleep with me, no cuddles though, and no wandering hands. Please put something on, I don’t want to wake up and see you naked! I think there is still some of your underwear in the top drawer; I never got around to………”

I never finished my sentence. The bedroom door slammed shut and I heard what sounded like laughter.

“What the heck?” Pete looked alarmed.

“I opened the bedroom window, I’m sure it’s just the wind.”

“Oh and the wind has developed a laugh now has it?”

We walked together towards the bedroom door and I stood back while Pete opened it and went in.

“It’s safe,” he said putting the light on.

“Why wouldn’t it be, its my bedroom, I’m on the second floor, if anyone came in here they’d have to walk through the living room and I didn’t see anyone, did you?”

“You told me you were being seduced by a ghost….”he continued talking, but I wasn’t listening. I was mesmerized by the music wafting through the window.

The darkening streets outside were beckoning me.

Hey kid, rock and roll
Rock on, ooh, my soul
Hey kid, boogey too, did ya

Hey shout, summertime blues
Jump up and down in my blue suede shoes
Hey kid, rock and roll, rock on

And where do we go from here
Which is the way that’s clear

Get rid of him…tonight should be ours………….Rock on! Lets Rock On!

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Hey Shout Summertime Blues, Jump Up and Down in your Blue Suede Shoes – ROCK ON!

FairgroundCindy arrived mid-morning. “Still no Jan?” she asked.

“No, no phone calls either, maybe she’ll be in later.”

Cindy settled herself behind her desk. “You look tired, are you alright? You aren’t getting sick too are you?”

Shall I tell her about my dream? Will she think I’m losing my mind? I looked up, but she was already focusing on a computer print out, pencil in hand. The moment of confession passed by.

“I’m fine, just didn’t sleep well.”

“You ‘d better get as much sleep as you can tonight, the fair will be here by tomorrow. I don’t know which is worse, the noise they make setting everything up, or the blaring musing and screaming kids on the rides. I don’t know why they put it in the market place; it should be in a field out-of-town. It must damage the cobblestones.”

I smiled, “its tradition Cindy, the fair has been here over Whit Weekend for over a hundred years hasn’t it?”

“They didn’t have waltzers and dodgems over a hundred years ago though.”

Oh dear, she’s getting old! I hope I never get tired of things like the fair!

I put my head down and got on with my work. I don’t remember singing to myself; I don’t remember it at all. 

Hey kid rock and roll
Rock on, ooh my soul
Hey kid. boogey too, did ya
 

Hey shout, summertime blues
Jump up and down in my blue suede shoes
Hey kid you rock and roll, rock on
 

And where do we go from here?
Which is a way that’s clear?

Still looking for that blue jean, baby queen
Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen
See her shake on the movie screen, Jimmy Dean (James Dean)

“What is that song? I’ve heard it before. I really like it!”

I looked up to see Cindy staring at me. “What song?”

“The one you were just singing.”

Like a mist in my head, the tune hung there. I could hear it, but I didn’t know what it was. “I don’t know, I didn’t even realize I was singing.”

Then we both heard the song loud and clear. It came from outside.

And where do we go from here?
Which is a way that’s clear?

Still looking for that blue jean, baby queen
Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen
See her shake on the movie screen, Jimmy Dean
Jimmy Dean
Rock on

Rock on
Rock on
Rock on
Rock on…

I walked over to the window and looked out. The first of the huge lorries that would park in the market place and set up the equipment for the fair drove past. The music came from his open window. It was loud!

“Oh no, its starting! Peace and quiet shattered now.” Cindy said shaking her head.

I didn’t respond, I was too busy looking at the figure in black riding his motorbike behind the lorry. Was he looking back at me?

Hey kid rock and roll
Rock on, rock on
Hey shout, summertime blues
Rock on, rock on
Hey kid boogey too
Rock on, rock on
Hey kid rock and roll
Rock on, rock on

I was a child of the fifties and music ruled my life. Every memory comes with a tune. This is for those of you who remember David Essex when he was a young man. He melted my heart. This song still gives me the chills. 

The eighties were pretty good too! Dead of July is set in the eighties. 

Dead of July by Sandra Thompson

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Jimmy Dean – James Dean – Rock On!

James-Dean-Smile-150x150I couldn’t take my eyes off his reflection in the mirror. He was a handsome vision of good and bad all rolled into one gorgeous package, and he was looking at me. ME!

“Something wrong love?” It was the barman who spoke.

“What, no, I’m okay,” I said without taking my eyes of the face in the mirror. The crooked grin widened. I smiled back. I was under his spell. Who was he? Without knowing what I would say I took a deep breath and turned around. He was gone. Was he playing a game with me? The pub door swung shut and I ran towards it. I had to know who he was. I had to speak to him. The street was empty. Where did he go? A cruel game! Where are you, who are you?

I walked back inside, hurt and confused.

“Where’d you go?” Cindy asked, “Your foods getting cold. Are you all right? You look like you found a pound and lost a fiver.”

“I’m fine. I did lose something though. Did you see a guy sitting at the bar?”

“I saw a couple of guys sitting at the bar, anyone in particular.”

“Black hair, white tee-shirt, handsome?”

Cindy looked at me quizzically, “Not the same guy you claim to have seen in the car park this morning?”

I hung my head. “Yes, the same one.”

George began to laugh. “Are you conjuring up yourself an imaginary boyfriend?”

“Believe me, if I could conjure up someone who looked like him, I’d be happy for the rest of my life.”

The laugher lightened my mood. We ordered another round of drinks and enjoyed our food, but I kept my eye on the door, hoping he’d come back.

“Come on, we need to get out of here, I’d love another drink, but we’ve got another tough day at work tomorrow. I hope Jan comes in and does her share. Do you want us to walk you home?”

“No, I’m fine. Maybe I’ll run in to a handsome stranger.” I said hopefully.

There was no handsome stranger on my way home. I went to bed disappointed. Was I falling in love with a figment of my own imagination? I’d not dated anyone for quite some time, but wasn’t worried about it. My life was full of friends, travel, parties and work. I didn’t need a man in my life, well not until now. The song I’d heard in the bar was still ringing in my head, it lulled me to sleep. I dreamed of James Dean!

Hey did you rock and roll, rock on, oh my soul.

Hey did you boogie too, did you?

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Hey Did You Rock and Roll? Rock On!

The smoke ring faded and disappeared. Had it really been there?

“Come on let’s get on with those reports, it’s going to be a long day,” Cindy said, “I’m not best pleased with Jan taking the day off. Can you work late if I need you to?”

“Sure, I could do with the extra money.”

“I bet you could, you’re off to Rimini again this year aren’t you?”

I breathed deeply and smiled, “Yes, sunshine and sand for two weeks. I can’t wait.”

“You’re obsessed with Italy!” Cindy said shaking her head.

“Yup, I think I must have been Italian in a previous life.”

I sat at my desk and began thumbing through computer printouts, the smoking man was soon forgotten.The day passed slowly, but by six thirty we were done.

“Do you want to join George and I in the Black Lion? Can’t be bothered to cook tonight so we’re going to grab a bite there?”

“Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“No, I wouldn’t have asked if I did. It’s my treat too, you worked hard today, you earned it.”

The Black Lion was only a five-minute walk across the cobbled streets.

George was waiting for us at a table by the fire. It was cozy. He ordered gin and tonics for Cindy and I, and another half of bitter for himself.

“Not a bad way to end a Monday is it?” he said.

“No, it’s not. Wish it was Friday though. I’m going to put some music on the jukebox. Be back in a minute.”

I fed some money into the machine and thumbed through the tunes, picking out my favorites, David Bowie, The Kinks, Elton John, what else? That’s when the jukebox came to life and selected the fourth song for me. I was about to complain to the barman, but something caught my eye. I saw a face reflected in the mirror behind the bar. A handsome face, and it was smiling at me. Tantalizing eyes were framed by jet black wavy hair, a strand of which fell across his forehead. He wore a white tee-shirt and a crooked grin. I saw you this morning in the park. I could barely breathe, so powerful was his presence. That’s when the music started, a song I’d never heard before, a song I never wanted to stop.

Love bringing music into my stories, it sets the atmosphere. I think I’m going to fall in love with this guy, but who is he and where did he come from?

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Dead of July by Sandra Thompson