by Vicki James
I cannot wait to make Daisy my wife.
I couldn’t.
There was no more running now. There never would be. If Daisy would allow it, I’d chain myself to her ankle and let her drag me through life one painfully beautiful day at a time.
We had a lot of living to do together, and I was going to give her the best existence she could imagine. She’d been a part of every song I’d ever played, even when I’d been trying to achieve the impossible by moving on and forgetting about her.
For some time, she may not have been a vocal part of my life, but she was always there. She was always the first thing I thought about in a morning, and the last thing at night. The beautiful girl from home who flashed through my mind before every performance in a foreign land. The one I thought about during every interview, photoshoot, and television appearance.
Daisy had been my ghost note for so long—the faint yet integral part of the song no one else could hear, but I knew was needed. The silent part of my melody and soul that allowed me to believe I could make music that would save, not only my life, but a thousand others.
Now?
Now she had become the whole damn song. The loudest riff, the smoothest chord progression, the most natural beat. Every plectrum I owned had Daisy’s name on it, and I couldn’t wait to spend a lifetime waking up next to her, knowing that, actually, the music was just a bonus.
The only thing to ever save me had always been her.
As though sensing my attention was on nothing but her, Daisy looked up. The sun caught her sparkling eyes at just the right moment, and when she smiled at me, happy and carefree, I felt my chest split wide open.
Thank all the music gods to exist… she loves me.
THE END
P.S: One night, not long after, Daisy took to the stage alongside Halo to sing to a crowd of four thousand people. As soon as I could, I adopted that woman a goddamn kitten, keeping that simple promise I’d made to her all those years ago so she never had to be lonely again.
P.P.S: You can bet your arse I married her on a rooftop in Paris, too.
PLAYLIST
New World – Van Halen
The Downstream – Ocean Colour Scene
Superstar – The Carpenters
All I Wanted – Paramore
Traveller’s Tune – Ocean Colour Scene
Ghosts – James Vincent McMorrow
Sweet Home Alabama – Lynard Skynard
Some Might Say – Oasis
Live Like a Dream – Thirty Seconds to Mars
No Control – Dylan Reynolds
Sunshine of Your Love – Cream
Even Flow – Pearl Jam
As Long as I Have You I’m Home – Imaginary Future
Hold You – Nina Nesbitt & Kodaline
Always on My Mind – Elvis Presley
You’ve Got It Bad – Ocean Colour Scene
Somewhere in My Heart – Aztec Camera
You Should Be Sad – Halsey
Love Me Anyway – Pink & Chris Stapleton
If The World was Ending – JP Saxe & Julia Michaels
Rock You Like a Hurricane - Scorpions
About Vicki James
Vicki James is a pseudonym for Victoria L. James, taking her stories from heavy angst, to heavy romance and bad boys you can’t help but fall in love with. She is, however, one and the same person so feel free to follow her on any of her platforms. Most importantly, enjoy the stories she tells, no matter what name she writes under.
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