It’s February already and, just in time for Valentine’s Day, we have a “twofer”.
First, a true love story, followed by a related song for Battle of the Bands. Here we go!
‘This is a blog hop to celebrate love: lost, or found, or—both? Whether in short fiction, or a brief essay, or poetry, or even via a song, tell us a love story. Whether it’s of loss or a happily-ever-after is up to you—as is the genre. Sci-fi, thriller, comedy, memoir—it’s all good. “Love” is, after all, so much more than just “romance”.’
EXT: Parking lot of the local hangout, an Italian espresso bar/billiard parlour.
It’s a sunny and mild Sunday afternoon in March 1971.
Several males and two females are engaged in conversation,
surrounded by the latest muscle cars of the era.
LAURA, a lanky short-haired blonde, is grieving the recent breakup of her relationship.
DANIELLA, of average height and build, with long auburn hair, is a free agent,
juggling several suitors and taking none of them seriously. She too has had
her heart broken recently and is determined not to get serious with anyone.
A black Camaro pulls up and two males get out.
FEDERICO, the mustachioed driver is of medium height and slight build,
with light brown hair in a fashionable “shag” haircut.
ANTONIO, slightly shorter and more muscular, is clean shaven,
with a swarthy complexion, hazel eyes and dark, shoulder-length hair.
They join the group.
Meet my old friend from Italy. We used to play soccer together.
Hi. What’s your name?
ANTONIO replies and LAURA pulls a sour face.
That is also the name of her despised ex-boyfriend.
DANIELLA laughs (at LAURA).
ANTONIO grabs her arm, scowling.
(in a heavy Italian accent)
What’s so funny ’bout my name?
DANIELLA pulls her arm away, thinking “what an asshole!”
They glare at each other.
This is a true story. Names have been been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty.
I met the love of my life 45 years ago. He had moved here directly from Italy a few months earlier and barely spoke English. We took an instant dislike to one another, which made for an awkward situation, as we shared the same social circle. Slowly, we became platonic friends, but our relationship took a more romantic turn when he asked me out on a date, that October. One night and we were both completely besotted!
Life was wonderful until the following spring when my mother informed me that she and I would be going to Germany that summer, to visit her parents. Imagine my devastation! (We lived in Canada.) Crying and pleading didn’t work, so off we flew. Misery and longing overwhelmed me. My boyfriend wrote letters (difficult for him, in broken English), but the contents were disturbing. His relatives, (old-world Italians), were trying to turn him against me. Fortunately, he did not believe for one minute that I was “partying, getting drunk and screwing around”, per their accusations. (Well, there was a little partying, but only with family.)
We wanted to stay together, so that fall, I informed my parents that I wouldn’t be following their plan for college. (A big fight ensued but it was my life, after all.) I found a job to earn my keep. Nothing glamorous; cashier at a bakery, but it gave me some independence. A few months later, my sweetie and I rented an apartment. What fun to set up housekeeping together! We decided to get married in the summer and picked the first weekend of August, almost two years after that famous first date. There was opposition from all sides. One of his aunts even put a curse on us! My parents came around when they saw we were going ahead without them.
The years passed quickly and our marriage had many ups and downs. Two stubborn “Alpha” types under one roof can be volatile and we came to the brink of divorce a couple of times. Ultimately, dedication to the relationship won out. After more than three decades, complacency had set in and I’ll admit we were taking each other for granted. A series of prolonged absences over a two-year period gave us renewed appreciation for each other and now we’re happier than ever.
- My parents moved to San Diego, California in 1974. In August 2010, my father was diagnosed with lung cancer. For the next two years, I flew back and forth eight times for one to two months at a stretch, dealing with his illness and death, relocating my mother, emptying and selling the house, etc. I was completely on my own and under severe stress! My husband and a couple of friends kept the dog business going in my absence and he did a wonderful job calming my frayed nerves whenever I had a meltdown.
Young lovers can often be sappy and we were no different. For this week’s Battle of the Bands entry, I’m featuring a song that we danced to on our first date. It became “our song” forever more.
BATTLE OF THE BANDS (BOTB), hosted by Far Away Series and StMcC Presents Battle of the Bands. is where you listen to different recordings of the same song and vote for the one you like best. Two “Battles” per month, on the 1st and 15th. Votes will be tallied and posted the following week. (See below for further details.)
Please excuse the bare bones post. I never finished this part before getting sick and just don’t have the energy to do it justice.
For the second time, I’m including the original artist as part of the contest. Here we go!
BABY I’M A WANT YOU
“Baby I’m-a Want You is a popular song written by David Gates of the American pop-rock band Bread. The single was released in October 1971 and became the title track for the album of the same name, released in January 1972. It was one of Bread’s highest-charting singles in both the U.S. and U.K.
R& B Band, The Moments recorded a cover version in 1973, for their album “My Thing”.
Please state your preference in comments below and also why you chose it.
These are the other BOTB regulars and semi-regulars.
Please cruise on by their sites and, if they have a post up, vote on their selections as well:
[Check back – there’s no set posting time]
Angels Bark / Book Lover /Cherdo On The Flipside / Curious as a Cathy / DC Relief BOTB / Far Away Series** / Holli’s Hoots & Hollers / J.A. Scott / Janie Junebug Righting & Editing / Jingle Jangle Jungle / Mike’s Ramblings / Novel Brews / Quiet Laughter / Sound of One Hand Typing / StMcC Presents Battle of the Bands** / Tossing It Out / / Your Daily Dose
As always, “Sharing is Caring”. Spread this musical joy all over your social networks.
Hashtag is #BOTB
Until next time.
I can’t make the usual rounds or reply to a lot of comments, so if the admins want to remove my post, it’s perfectly understandable. Pneumonia sucks!
POSTSCRIPT FEBRUARY 22:
I’m finally on the slow road to recovery! Thanks everyone for your good wishes; they helped a lot. This pneumonia really kicked my ass and also triggered a massive asthma attack, which landed me in the hospital for nine days.
It was never my intention to use Bread’s original version in the BOTB contest, because I knew they would decimate the competition, but I hadn’t finished researching when I got sick and only had The Moments’ rendition at the ready. As predicted, Bread won the contest, 19 votes (including mine) to 2.