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    Rip Van Winkle

    Story written on September 29, 2014 by honda17.
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    This was Sharon’s afternoon alone. Jody was glad that she was off somewhere because she had been spending too many days off finding work at the clinic, which kept her from relaxing. Jody made herself a sandwich and headed to the living room. She picked up a note book and started to arrange her song

    This was Sharon’s afternoon alone. Jody was glad that she was off somewhere because she had been spending too many days off finding work at the clinic, which kept her from relaxing.

    Jody made herself a sandwich and headed to the living room. She picked up a note book and started to arrange her song list for the party. As she would write down a song, she found herself plugged into the amp, which she usually didn’t use for practice, and cranked the volume up high. She totally rocked out. Never before, even in complete privacy, had she let go to such an extent. Jody danced, gyrated, swayed, and found herself in synch with the music. She could hear her voice–there was a passion, a depth, that she hadn’t heard in herself in years–not until that final take of ”The Question.”

    Sweat was dripping down the sides of Jody’s face and over her eyebrows. Her fingers were so nimble and quick–her chord changes impeccable. In the middle of a fast and furious love song, Sharon had walked in, totally puzzled. She had heard the music coming up the front walk, but she wasn’t sure what it was about–high volume was very uncharacteristic of Jody.

    Sharon stood in the front hallway and watched Jody make love to her music. It was as different as she could have gotten from the staid, respectful air Jody had about herself when she performed. Sharon watched Jody dramatize the nuances of the music not only with guitar work and facial expressions, but with her body as well.

    Sharon didn’t move until the end of the song, and even then, she watched Jody a moment more, then she began to clap.

    Jody spun around, startled by the unknown audience.

    ”What the hell got into you?” Sharon smiled but stayed in the hall, afraid of invading this new space of Jody’s.

    Jody looked away, embarrassed. ”When did you come in?”

    ”About half way into the song.”

    Jody wiped the sweat from her temples on the sleeve of her damp t-shirt.

    ”So, what’s with you? You haven’t played like that in years. And never that hard.” Sharon came into the living room as Jody took off her guitar and turned off her equipment.

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