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LJ Idol Season 8 Week 22: No Time for Love

This is my entry this week for therealljidol. I invite you to read and vote for the many fine entries. This week we are teamed up with new partners, and mine is beldarzfixon, who inspired me to do more than I would have thought capable on a holiday weekend, especially with my toddler interrupting me to read him "Thomas the Tank Engine" books. My topic is "Bridge," and my partner wrote on the topic "The straw that stirs the drink."





(This works best if you read part one first.)

Lexi fumbled with her music and almost knocked it off the piano, a scratched-up Baldwin grand, which looked as old as the bar itself. The keys, however, had been lovingly cleaned and polished, and it was kept precisely in tune. She had learned this in the two weeks since she'd convinced the owner, a no-nonsense older woman with badly-dyed graying hair and a voice of whiskey and cigarettes, to hire her.

With a quick glance around to let her eyes adjust, she made sure that her true audience was watching. He was, so she launched into the song she'd been crafting for the past two weeks: "No Time for Love." It was still rough, and some lines didn't scan perfectly, but it said everything she needed it to say. If she didn't sing it now, she didn't know if she'd ever get up the nerve again.

She was a guitarist with no guitar.
He was a singer in a piano bar.
She looked a bit like me.
He looked a lot like you
For reasons I'll be getting to.

The night they got together, you could call it fate.
Or call it the bourbon; it was getting late.
And she was a lot like him.
He was a lot like you.
Her plans fell through.


Her voice felt nasal and pinched, probably due to the nerves. She tried to loosen up, but it didn't help that a tall woman -- or man? -- in harsh makeup was giving her the evil eye. Then again, she did that pretty much every night.

Lexi pushed the nerves aside and sang the chorus:

It was no time for love.
No, it was no time for love.
Just the moon and stars, and a piano bar.
It was no time for love.
No, it was no time for love.
But someday, if you believe, there will be time for love.


Feeling a little more confident, she stole another glimpse at the room. He was still watching, stirring his drink thoughtfully. Another set of eyes was now fixed on her, belonging to a brunette girl in a red V-neck whose small-statured date kept talking, obliviously. Lexi started the second verse, followed by the chorus.

She taught him blues, and he taught her to vamp.
Spring flicked on summer like a heat lamp.
She gazed through the haze and said,
"I could love someone like you
But I'm just passing through."

He sipped his bourbon, and he gave her a nod.
He said, "Let's leave it in the hands of God.
'Cause you are a lot like me,
And I'm a lot like you.
Music's all we'll ever do.

"And we have no time for love.
No, we have no time for love.
Just the moon and stars, and a piano bar.
We have no time for love.
No, we have no time for love.
But someday, if you believe, there will be time for love."


Across the dark room, it was hard to tell, but there seemed to be a look of recognition in his eyes. She realized this was the longest he had ever looked at her: when he'd showed her the ropes, after she was hired, he'd been brisk and businesslike. He rarely had had time for more than a passing word since then.

A beautiful redhead in a peach wrap dress had turned away from the metrosexual guy with the thick head of dark hair. She, too, now watched Lexi, and when the song came round again to the chorus, she was mouthing the words.

And so she bundled all her blues away,
Her belly swelling larger every day.
And when I was born,
I looked a bit like you.
But then, perhaps you knew.

A working mama, she raised me on the road.
From gig to gig, she ran and never slowed.
She taught me how
To sing and play like you.
She said, "You'll have to do."


In the back of the bar, he had put down his drink. His hands seemed to tremble as he made his way slowly through the crowd towards the stage.

Nearly all the bar was now watching Lexi, and some were singing along, even the college student who'd been fiddling with his iPad the whole time. Now, he was aiming a camera phone at her, probably recording it for his Facebook or Google Plus buddies.

For she had no time for love.
No, she had no time for love.
Just the moon and stars, and a million bars.
She had no time for love.
No, she had no time for love.
But someday, if you believe, there will be time for love.


Now came the hardest part of the song, the bridge. He was standing at the edge of the stage now, his lip quivering and his eyes questioning. She took a breath and let the song speak for itself.

I see you wondering, why I'm here?
What do I want? The way's unclear.
Last month, when cancer ended her show,
I knew I had to let you know.

She always loved you, loved the you in me.
Or the me in you, or the we in me.
I know she always meant
To come and say hello.


As the piano man seemed to collapse inwardly, the owner stepped forward and clasped a reassuring hand on his shoulder. He straightened up again as she sang the last refrain.

But there was no time for love,
No, there was no time for love.
Just the moon and the stars, and this piano bar.
There was no time for love,
There was no time for love.
But someday, if you believe, there will be time for love.
Someday, if you believe, there will be time for love.


She was oblivious to the cheers and applause as he climbed onto the stage and crossed to her. Only one set of eyes mattered to her: the almond-shaped dark-mocha eyes that looked like her own. She jumped up from the bench and gave her father a hug.




I recorded the song so that people can hear it, using JamStudio.com for my accompaniment. Please be warned, I am definitely not "American Idol" material!

Listen to "No Time for Love."




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