Back-up singer Casey lived the old anthem, “work hard, play harder.” When she meets handsome sub-drummer, Sam Wildner on a gig, their attraction is immediate. The two musicians forge ahead in a dizzy rhythm of passion and music, both impressed by each other’s harmonious abilities. When Sam learns of Casey’s family trauma involving her sister’s abusive ex-boyfriend, he commits to being there for her and her young niece who is caught in the middle.
The melody of their love song rings loudly in Casey’s ears as she and Sam navigate the precarious fast lane of jealousy, murder and rock ‘n roll.
His smile rivaled the sun as he grabbed her hand to stand. “Come on. I still have something to show you.” They continued through the gorgeous park, stopping once to curiously watch a young girl play the violin while she hula-hooped. They finally came to an area that had been designated a “quiet zone.” Sam turned to her before they entered and spoke softly. “Strawberry Fields. I’ve always wanted to see this memorial to the Beatle’s legend, John Lennon.”
“Me too.” She nodded excitedly. In all the years she had been coming to New York, she had never been to the famous memorial. They walked hand in hand on a winding, wooded trail flanked by shrubs and mature trees—an unexpected oasis in a city of eight and a half million people. They came to a clearing where a circular, mosaic pathway of inlaid stones had been created. There was a single word in the center of the mosaic, the title of Lennon’s famous song, “Imagine”. Colorful flowers and flickering candles in glasses covered the stones, left behind by Lennon fans. They stood there, lost in their own thoughts about music, love and a life lost tragically too soon. Sam put his arm across her shoulders and held her tightly as they listened to a lone guitar player strumming the chorus of the famous song for which the mosaic was dedicated. It was a beautiful, contemplative place. She felt at peace. She felt…love.
A slight breeze picked up, causing a few colorful leaves to rustle and fall onto the sidewalk. She watched as a large, orange maple leaf danced across the inlaid stones, an homage to the eccentric music legend. Sam brushed her hair out of her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. She brought her hand up and laced her fingers with his, gazing at him. They were writing their own song. The melody was coming into form with each minute they spent together.
The universe had shifted in the past twenty-four hours. A line had definitely been crossed… and there was no turning back.
KG lives in Atlanta, GA with her husband Ladd and their three gorgeous sons. She is a hopeless romantic continuing her work on her original cabaret act called, “The Novel Romantic – an unexpected evening of sweet & spicy love” to help promote her romance novels.