“Still kickin’. The bar’s good, but tonight? A whole different animal. These boys could always pull a crowd.”
“Yeah, they sure could. Remember when people would wait for hours outside to see them?”
“Those were the good ole days. Business had never been better. Had a couple of good bands come through since but nothing like TKC.”
They both smiled and remembered “the good times.”
“I should head up to the stage and introduce the guys. Grab a drink and a table. Jameson was sure to reserve his VIPs the best in the house.” He nodded to a table toward the front of the stage.
He squeezed her shoulder and smiled before heading up.
With their drinks in hand, Daisy watched Frankie put the microphone to his mouth and announce, “Are the good people of San Mateo ready for a show?”
The answer was a roar.
“No more waiting. Back in their hometown, for the first time in nearly a decade… The Kings Court!”
Daisy, Anna, and Amelia screamed with the crowd as the guys took the stage. Heat flushed Daisy’s cheeks when Jameson grabbed the mic. The first notes struck, and the years folded.
How had she ever let this go?
She hadn’t. Not really.
His voice pierced the room, and then the words:
Someday soon our paths will cross,
I’ll see you then you’ll see me,
We’ll smile but won’t move on,
Ideally, you’d forgive me,
For letting what we had go,
You’ll forget the fight that got us here,
What happened so long ago.
I was young and I was reckless,
Giving up the best I’ve ever had,
Your body and soul they had me,
And I messed it up so bad.
Someday soon, someday soon,
Our tides will coincide with the moon.
Someday soon, someday soon,
I’ll find a way to make it up to you.
Someday soon, someday soon,
We’ll do everything we ever said we’d do.
