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    Rip Van Winkle

    Story written on September 29, 2014 by honda17.
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    ”I don’t know,” Jody weighed her words carefully as she sat on the couch next to Sharon. ”Ever since I laid down the last vocal for the tape, everything is different–songs I’ve been playing for years sound different, the lyrics have new meaning. I don’t know, Sharon.” ”It’s ok, Jody. It’s a good change! Honey,

    ”I don’t know,” Jody weighed her words carefully as she sat on the couch next to Sharon. ”Ever since I laid down the last vocal for the tape, everything is different–songs I’ve been playing for years sound different, the lyrics have new meaning. I don’t know, Sharon.”

    ”It’s ok, Jody. It’s a good change! Honey, I haven’t heard you play like this since Garbo’s. It’s been a long time.”

    Jody smiled thinking back to when she first starting playing her music for people. There was a small lesbian club–which was really a basement apartment with the walls knocked out and a keg on tap–that Jody played at a few nights a week in college. The place was always so alive. The women had such an energy; they were in a place that was their own, with a music of their own, and they were as happy as only 20 year old proud-to-be-lesbians could be.

    Jody used to play her guts out for those women. It was easy. She loved them and the experience they were sharing. The passion poured out of her like the sweat she broke when she played.

    ”It’s scary, Sharon. It’s been so long. I’ve gotten too comfortable playing to drunk skiers at 2:00 am who don’t give a shit.”

    Jody and Sharon sat on the couch facing each other. Sharon watched and listened intently. Jody was so confused. Her eyes were dark and frowning. ”I feel like Rip Van Winkle. I’ve just woken up from a five year sleep.”

    Sharon kissed her lightly and gave her a hug. ”Everything happens for a reason, Jo. We’ve both always believed that. Why don’t you focus on the positive; focus on the change and the growth your music is taking.” Jody listened intently. ”Sweetheart, you are a very passionate woman. You’ve always been passionate–in loving me, making love to me, in your song writing, and now, again, in your performing. Your life is very much in order, Jo. You’ve got great friends, a job you love, a lover you are just insane about,” Sharon laughed to lighten things up, ”maybe it’s time for your music to break through.”

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