Talania: A Trip down Memory Lane
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“Oh, sweet tooth,” I sigh.
“Mmhm, I told ya.” Adella grins at me.
“So what do the pretty ladies want to hear first?”
The crowd goes wild shouting ‘Lost Love’. I can’t help but notice the small frown that appears on Tristan's masculine face. “‘Lost Love’ it is.” He walks over to a stool and effortlessly sits down, pulling his guitar in front of him and placing the microphone in the stand.
His band mates all look sad for him too, and when his voice starts whispering across the large amps, I understand why.
Lost love
Lost love
Why did you have to be my lost love?
What did I do wrong?
Was it something I did?
Was it something I said?
Lost love
Why did you have to be my lost love?
Everything about the song is sad. His voice drips with sadness; a sorrow I feel myself wanting to know more about. Even with the sadness though, it is amazingly beautiful.
I am captivated through their entire set. I don’t breathe; I don’t move. I just sit in awe with tears in my eyes.
When their final song ends, the groupies attack them.
“They’ll be here in a minute. Shawn doesn’t leave me sitting here long,” Adella whispers and all I can do is nod.
“Where’s the restroom?” I ask.
She points me to a small hallway.
“Okay. I’ll be right back,” I grab my purse and head to the bathroom. I need to straighten up my mascara. I know it has to be a mess. I push through the door and stand in front of the mirror. Thankfully, I still look okay, but I did need to touch up my makeup a little.
Heading back out to the booth, I run into someone, a strong someone.
“Excuse me. I’m sorry.” I mumble as I try to move around him. The guy removes a towel from his face.
“Motherfuck— Evelyn Beaumont, is that you?” I take two steps back.
“I’m sorry, do I know you?” I ask, backing slowly away.
“Know me? Do you know me? It’s me, Drake. We only vacationed together for three summers in a row down at Laguna Beach. You and Tristan were inseparable.” He looks at me as if I am crazy.
“I’m sorry; I think you have the wrong person. I need to get back to Adella.” I try walking away.
“No wait, let me walk with you.” He grabs my arm lightly and I look down at his strong hand wrapped around my fragile wrist.
“Please, let go of me.” I say quietly.
He looks at me, confused. “You really don’t remember me do you?”
“I’m sorry, I really don’t.” I whisper.
“You don’t remember being in our little summer band? You don’t remember Tristan or me? I’m actually hurt Ev,” he mumbles.
“I was never in a band.” I point out.
“Yes, you were. You also were into photography and you were learning and practicing film making too.” He sighs again.
“I honestly think you have the wrong person.” I try to pull away and finally he lets go.
“I’ll prove it to you. Come on.”
I walk helplessly behind him.
We reach the table and it’s already crowded with groupies and band mates.
“Look Tristan, I have a surprise for you,” Drake says, drawing Tristan’s attention away from the pretty blonde girl sitting in his lap. His eyes go to Drake’s and then to mine. He jumps up, dumping the blonde to the floor, spilling his beer in the process.
“Evelyn,” he whispers.
“Yes, that’s my name,” I whisper back.
When he says my name, it sounds so familiar coming from those perfect lips. I drag my gaze away from them and up to his eyes, but not before I notice how strong his jaw is and how perfectly shaped his nose is. Oh God, those eyes! They are so green. His eyelashes are so long they hit his cheeks as he blinks at me in some sort of shock. His hair is so beautiful; it’s dark brown with natural sun bleached streaks running through it. It’s cropped in a ruggedly sexy mess that only he could pull off.
I take in his build and gasp a little. He has to be a few inches taller than six feet. His tight white t-shirt hugs his muscular chest, and his loose fitting jeans hang low on his hips. I stare at him like a stalker would until his voice draws my attention back.
“She doesn’t remember us bro.” Drake motions between the two of them.
2
“Look Tristan, I have a surprise for you,” Drake drawls. I draw my attention away from this blonde whose name I do not know and look up at my brother then to the girl next to him. I jump up, spilling my beer and dumping the blonde chick onto the floor.
Holy f**king shit, it’s Evelyn!
She is looking at me as if she doesn’t know me. What is up with that shit? God, she is still beautiful. When my heart starts aching, I blink so fast it is almost as if my eyes are moving in rhythm with my heartbeat. She looks amazing. She is a little taller but not much. Her hair is shorter. I never thought I would ever see her cut her long hair off. Her chestnut eyes are trying to figure me out. She looks the same, just a little older. Although she was thicker when were younger, her br**sts have grown. Shit have they grown!
“Evelyn.” I whisper her name. God, it feels great saying her name again.
“Yes, that’s my name.” Her angelic voice whispers back. It is music to my ears.
I can’t f**king breathe! Am I breathing?
“She doesn’t remember us bro.” Drake drags my attention away from Ev.
“Mmhm, I told ya.” Adella grins at me.
“So what do the pretty ladies want to hear first?”
The crowd goes wild shouting ‘Lost Love’. I can’t help but notice the small frown that appears on Tristan's masculine face. “‘Lost Love’ it is.” He walks over to a stool and effortlessly sits down, pulling his guitar in front of him and placing the microphone in the stand.
His band mates all look sad for him too, and when his voice starts whispering across the large amps, I understand why.
Lost love
Lost love
Why did you have to be my lost love?
What did I do wrong?
Was it something I did?
Was it something I said?
Lost love
Why did you have to be my lost love?
Everything about the song is sad. His voice drips with sadness; a sorrow I feel myself wanting to know more about. Even with the sadness though, it is amazingly beautiful.
I am captivated through their entire set. I don’t breathe; I don’t move. I just sit in awe with tears in my eyes.
When their final song ends, the groupies attack them.
“They’ll be here in a minute. Shawn doesn’t leave me sitting here long,” Adella whispers and all I can do is nod.
“Where’s the restroom?” I ask.
She points me to a small hallway.
“Okay. I’ll be right back,” I grab my purse and head to the bathroom. I need to straighten up my mascara. I know it has to be a mess. I push through the door and stand in front of the mirror. Thankfully, I still look okay, but I did need to touch up my makeup a little.
Heading back out to the booth, I run into someone, a strong someone.
“Excuse me. I’m sorry.” I mumble as I try to move around him. The guy removes a towel from his face.
“Motherfuck— Evelyn Beaumont, is that you?” I take two steps back.
“I’m sorry, do I know you?” I ask, backing slowly away.
“Know me? Do you know me? It’s me, Drake. We only vacationed together for three summers in a row down at Laguna Beach. You and Tristan were inseparable.” He looks at me as if I am crazy.
“I’m sorry; I think you have the wrong person. I need to get back to Adella.” I try walking away.
“No wait, let me walk with you.” He grabs my arm lightly and I look down at his strong hand wrapped around my fragile wrist.
“Please, let go of me.” I say quietly.
He looks at me, confused. “You really don’t remember me do you?”
“I’m sorry, I really don’t.” I whisper.
“You don’t remember being in our little summer band? You don’t remember Tristan or me? I’m actually hurt Ev,” he mumbles.
“I was never in a band.” I point out.
“Yes, you were. You also were into photography and you were learning and practicing film making too.” He sighs again.
“I honestly think you have the wrong person.” I try to pull away and finally he lets go.
“I’ll prove it to you. Come on.”
I walk helplessly behind him.
We reach the table and it’s already crowded with groupies and band mates.
“Look Tristan, I have a surprise for you,” Drake says, drawing Tristan’s attention away from the pretty blonde girl sitting in his lap. His eyes go to Drake’s and then to mine. He jumps up, dumping the blonde to the floor, spilling his beer in the process.
“Evelyn,” he whispers.
“Yes, that’s my name,” I whisper back.
When he says my name, it sounds so familiar coming from those perfect lips. I drag my gaze away from them and up to his eyes, but not before I notice how strong his jaw is and how perfectly shaped his nose is. Oh God, those eyes! They are so green. His eyelashes are so long they hit his cheeks as he blinks at me in some sort of shock. His hair is so beautiful; it’s dark brown with natural sun bleached streaks running through it. It’s cropped in a ruggedly sexy mess that only he could pull off.
I take in his build and gasp a little. He has to be a few inches taller than six feet. His tight white t-shirt hugs his muscular chest, and his loose fitting jeans hang low on his hips. I stare at him like a stalker would until his voice draws my attention back.
“She doesn’t remember us bro.” Drake motions between the two of them.
2
“Look Tristan, I have a surprise for you,” Drake drawls. I draw my attention away from this blonde whose name I do not know and look up at my brother then to the girl next to him. I jump up, spilling my beer and dumping the blonde chick onto the floor.
Holy f**king shit, it’s Evelyn!
She is looking at me as if she doesn’t know me. What is up with that shit? God, she is still beautiful. When my heart starts aching, I blink so fast it is almost as if my eyes are moving in rhythm with my heartbeat. She looks amazing. She is a little taller but not much. Her hair is shorter. I never thought I would ever see her cut her long hair off. Her chestnut eyes are trying to figure me out. She looks the same, just a little older. Although she was thicker when were younger, her br**sts have grown. Shit have they grown!
“Evelyn.” I whisper her name. God, it feels great saying her name again.
“Yes, that’s my name.” Her angelic voice whispers back. It is music to my ears.
I can’t f**king breathe! Am I breathing?
“She doesn’t remember us bro.” Drake drags my attention away from Ev.
