Nights in White Satin                                                                                                                             1994, November 5th/6th

The “Buckaroo” was my favorite club, since I was living near LA. The folks were fine and the music was good - most of the time there were country-bands or singers performing - I liked the atmosphere. Above all, I wasn’t just a guest here, but you could find me backstage now and then, the guys working there were good friends of mine.

One day I helped preparing the stage again, some new country-band should play this evening. We’ve been ready sooner as imagined, and there wasn’t any guests yet, so we turned the music that loud that the walls were shaking, and then we were rocking on stage. The guys built a circle around me and sang along with the songs while I was dancing wildly in the middle.
„I see a red door and I want to paint it black, no colors any more I want them to turn black...“
A quite moody song from the Stones, but I liked it. Actually I loved songs with dark profound lyrics. Somehow that suited me.

As I came to this place I hoped to be able to begin a new life and leave everything else behind. But no matter what I was doing, I couldn’t forget this one man. Oh, I cursed him for what he did to me.

Somebody was flitting past below the stage. At first I didn’t notice at all, but as he stopped for a second and looked up to us, I paused for a moment. I hardly believed my eyes, He was standing there! And he still was hurting my heart.
„I look inside myself and see my heart is black.“
Looking into his eyes I thought: ‘If you knew that you’re the reason...’
But he only grinned and disappeared. I wanted to know, what “this guy” was doing here, and one of the boys answered me:
“Don’t you know he is the guest singer this evening? Introduces his first country single - “Where was I” or so.”
“Aha,” I replied casually.

He showed up again when I just started a new show interlude. But this time I didn’t let throw me a curve. This time I turned the tables and provoked him by hook or by crook.
„You know that it would be untrue, you know that I would be a liar, if I was to say to you, girl we couldn‘t get much higher...“
I danced right in front of him and looked deeply in his eyes.
„Come on, baby, light my fire!“
For him it might be show, but the words came out of my heart. I loved him.
„Try to set the night on fire!“
He tapped his foot with the music and looked amused up to me.
‘I know you think I’m only playing, right?’ I looked in his eyes and spoke with him in thought.
‘You believe I’d be pretending. No, I love you!’
„Nights in white satin never reaching the end...“ Meanwhile the next song had begun. I couldn’t save myself from his eyes. But he also didn’t look away any more.
„ ...Gazing at people, some hand in hand, just what you want to be, you will be in the end, `cause I love you, yes I love you, oh how I love you!“
His little smile disappeared, and he was looking at me surprised or asking, I couldn’t quite interpret it. But I knew my eyes had told on me! I closed them quickly and got on my knees in front of him.
I loved him so much!

For a few seconds the wonderful flute solo carried me away. But suddenly I felt how velvety lips were laying on my mouth. I was trembling when he softly wrapped his strong arms around me and sat himself wary on my legs. His warmth did so good. I wished to be hold by him forever.
Oh, baby...


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