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[princesswithabraidedcrown]

ADHD is being bouncy and loud when very, very excited.

[moaningatmidnight]

Nothing, but the Blues

"I hope you don't mind that I help myself around the kitchen to make coffee," Said the blonde woman in my bed I had little recollection of. She was lying next to me while slowly sipping her coffee and smiling.

"Good morning..." I paused for a second trying to remember what exactly played out last night and what was her name.

"Kate," She finished my sentence. "I'm Kate. Seems like I didn't leave quite an impression." Kate pouted.

"Don't take it personal, alcohol doesn't agree with my memory, but I do remember some parts."

I slowly got out of the bed while she just watched, the floor was littered with our clothes and I almost stepped on her panties while getting out, "You're lucky you even found some coffee, I don't drink any."

"What do you drink in the morning?" Kate asked. I didn't answer immediately, but left the room. Went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of scotch. It tasted like another hangover, but kept me going. Kate was going through my record collection that I kept by the bed when I got back to the room.

"You sure like music," She said. 

"Yeah, I sure fucking do."

"Oh and another thing. I'm just curious...I found a picture, of you and a woman, several pictures. Are you married?" It was obvious she was regretting last night now, thinking I was a married asshole who made her a man-stealer unknowingly, or something along those lines.

"Well, not for long. The divorce papers need to be signed and all that jazz."

She sat back down on the bed and sighed, "I see. Why did you two split up?"

"Don't know. Just did. Didn't work out. Shit happens I guess."

"Oh. Were you married for long?"

"Three years," I answered and downed the rest of the scotch. "Three years ago she talked me into settling down. I don't just like music you see, used to play. Never made it big, but it was enough. It was what I loved."

"Wait, you gave up music for her?"

"Had to stop touring, I still played and practiced...stopped that a year ago. Just didn't need it anymore. Didn't have the blues anymore. That's what I used to play."

She stared beyond me, at the guitar in the corner. Sure enough I knew what she had in mind before she opened her mouth, "Can you play something for me?"

"I dunno about all that. Like I said, been feeling out of touch with blues, after she and I...got married. I was fulfilled, happy, no space left for music."

"You're not married anymore," I had to say she made a good case. "Maybe music is what you need again. Let yourself go. Feel it."

I nodded and walked on over, picked up the guitar, fired up the amp and sat down. It's been a year, but you never forget it. Like riding a bicycle.

"Play me something...something appropriate."

My fingers flew off by themselves, the chords were familiar, the sound was soothing, begging to be let out.

"I woke up this morning with that mean old walkin' blues, got off my bed and looked around for my shoes. When I woke up this morning I didn't have nothing but the blues."

With a guitar in my hand and an audience before me, at least for a little while things were just right, like they were meant to be. Nothing but the blues, but I wouldn't have it any other way.