TITLE: Nice Girls Don't Date Musicians
GENRE: Women's Fiction
I searched twenty-seven years for it, and in the end it lingered for only the briefest of moments. But I held on to that moment because when it arrived, it tasted like pure, liberating bliss.
It came to me in a smoky blue-lit club in February, those notes swimming in the stuffy air. They were like drops of manna falling about my head.
I listened from the back of the crowd, my heart dancing with the zealous belief that this was the culmination of my dreams. Matt Hartley introduced his next song and I leaned forward as if the music would reach my ears faster. Music that had been the ceaseless soundtrack from my turbulent teens to my zigzagging twenties. But this song - this song outshone them all.
A hushed audience drank in Matt's tale of a tenacious bond and how it had lifted him from the mire. The crowd may not have known the woman he sang about stood behind them, overjoyed, but it wasn't the spotlight I craved.
As the song took flight, Val whispered, "Bet five years ago you wouldn't have counted on being here right now." Five years to the week that Matt asked for my number after a quick meet-and-greet. The pensive stage persona had since melted away to the lovable, vulnerable man I knew.
This was the epitome of success: reciprocated love from someone who wasn't afraid to say it out loud. That was what proved it. Once shared with an audience, there was no taking it back.