“No answer the question.”

 

 

 

 

“Ok…….Sneaker Pimps…..yeah.”

 

 

 

 

“Girl or guy singer?”

 

 

 

 

“Guy….more albums……Small town witch…saw them in New York on East Broadway in some hole in the wall and it was the best show…well next to Danzig…”

 

 

 

 

“Carmen…you like Danzig?”

 

 

 

 

“Hell yeah I do…Dirty black summer, Under her black wings……love him.”

 

 

 

 

“Wow never would have picked you as a Danzig fan.”

 

 

 

 

“Well don’t judge a book by it cover hon…”

 

 

 

 

“I am sorry…..”

 

 

 

 

“How about you?”

 

 

 

 

“I………hmmmm………that is a tough one…..I guess….um….Black rebel motorcycle club…..or maybe Fear Factory…yeah….Fear Factory….”

 

 

 

 

“Wow…..I totally had you pegged as a Nine Inch Nails fan….”

 

 

 

 

“Me……..like that pompous self center band…no way…too internal that band….way too internal for me.”

 

 

 

 

“Well that is a shame……because I like them….”

 

 

 

 

“I didn’t say you couldn’t like them, I just think he is whiney…..oh look at me I am so tortured…..”

 

 

 

 

“Ok…Shane you can stop now.”

 

 

 

 

“What…you like them a lot don’t you?”

 

 

 

 

‘Well yeah I do…..”

 

 

 

 

“Ok I won’t make fun of them anymore….even though there really is no them…Nine Inch Nails is Trent Reznor….what a ego that guy has…”

 

 

 

 

“What, it’s true he only has a band we he plays live…have you ever seen a live Nine Inch Nails show?”

 

 

 

 

“No.”

 

 

 

 

“Well then you don’t know what you are missing miss head banger Fear factory fan….”

 

 

 

 

It went on like for the rest of the night. Just her in my arms and the smell of the night breeze from the open window. Her kisses on my shoulder and the soft breaths of her sleeping on my shoulder. And that feeling again that I was on a cloud, that I was contented and feeling and…and….and….and….happy….

 

 

 

Then the morning came and the urn with it. Life suddenly snapping back into reality as her maid knocked on the door and came in with the news. The maid was discrete and seemed not to have an opinion about my presence in Carmen’s bedroom. Carmen closed the door and leaned against it. She was beautifully lost, and messed up.

 

 

 

Tbc……