Blues

-“Hi, if you don’t mind, can I get your window seat?”

-“Oh! Sure”. It was very hard for Steve to refuse that voice of a beautiful young lady.

-“Thank you. Actually this flight journey is quite boring except the blue sky through these glasses.” She smiled.

-“Yes. This blue can heal the wound of loneliness.” Steve, the 60 years old man, can’t blink his eyes as he got lost in the beauty of the curly hair, the black long eyelashes and the voice which he heard.

-“Sorry. Anything wrong with you?”

-“No. Nothing. Myself Steve.”

-“Freja. Nice to meet you.”

The flight finally took-off to the blue.

Freja was humming some songs that was very low in sound but enough to reach Steve.

-“Beautiful voice you have. Are you a singer?”

Freja stop humming and said timidly ” Actually I am from ‘ The State Music School’. I play guitar.”

-“Thats nice. Your singing is also good.”

-“Thank you. I think you are also very interested in music.” Freja smiled.

-“How do you know?” Steve stared surprisingly.

-“You are reading a very old musical magazine.”

-” Ha! Ha! You are right Freja. But I cant sing like you even playing guitar.”

Freja and Steve then enjoyed each other companion as they both talk about a lot of musical conversations.

Its about ten minutes left for the flight to land. Suddenly Steve told that ” You know Freja I also love the blue through that window. But your voice, your face healed my loneliness of years.” From then, not a single word they spoke. At the time of departure they both look at each other for few seconds.

Steve broke the silence and told “may we captured a photo of us for this lovely moment and for this beautiful journey?”

Freja nod her head. Steve took his phone and captured. Freja suddenly hugged him and said “today is my birthday. Won’t you wish me?”

Hugged her tightly and said ” oh! my princess. Wish you a very happy and musical birthday.” Steve opened his handbag and took that magazine.

-” Dear, I have nothing but this to gift you. Take this as your birthday gift.”

Freja took it and said “Thank you.”

They stood for a while and silently departed.

Till midnight the birthday party was on and after that Freja became tired and went to her mother, Mirjana, and kept her head onto the lap of Mirjana.

-“Mom, will you sing for me now?”

-“Oh my child its too late now. You should sleep now.”

-“Please. A song that you love most.”

Mirjana took few seconds and slowly began the song.

Everyday, everyday I have the blues
Everyday, everyday I have the blues
When you see me worried baby
Because it’s you I hate to lose…”

After couple of days Freja was returning to her music school. That day she didn’t get the window seat neither she request anyone. After a few minutes she took that magazine Steve gifted and started to read. It was a local magazine of almost 35 years ago.

Freja found a page marker and opened that particular page. She started to read. It was a short story about a “Blues Music competition” . There was an image of winners named Steve and Mirjana and the song was..

Everyday, everyday I have the blues
Everyday, everyday I have the blues
When you see me worried baby
Because it’s you I hate to lose
Oh nobody loves me, nobody seems to care
Yes nobody loves me, nobody seems to care
Speaking of bad luck and trouble
Well you know I had my share
I’m gonna pack my suitcase, move on down the line
Yes I’m gonna pack my suitcase, move on down the line
Where there ain’t nobody worried
And there ain’t nobody crying

Freja humming….

 


Everyday I have the blues” by B. B. KING.

 

Author: stringsstory

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