1. Jazz


    Date: 12/9/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    he would show up. We also had a gig in two nights at a place called Joe’s Pub, a really hip jazz club and a really big break. It was even written up in The New Yorker and called me one of the new jazz singers to be watched. What a thrill. When I got to the recording studio, Bill and the other guys were there but not Ben. We paced back and forth, looking up at the clock because every hour in the studio costs money. We had to finish today. I didn’t say anything about what was happening, but I was questioning my decision to be independent of anyone, to be free to be with any man I wanted. I didn’t want to need a man, but right then I needed Ben to play the piano. I knew I had hurt him and he took his revenge out by fucking me like a demon and crazy as it sounded, I liked it, but wasn’t sure why. I began wondering what was more important, my being a jazz star or having Ben, and if not him, any man. I was one confused woman. Finally, Ben showed up at the studio. I ran up to him to hug him but he brushed by me and went to the piano. “Okay guys let’s get this over with.” It broke my heart to see him like that. He was always so sweet, gentle and funny, but now he was all business and hardly looked at me. The number we did was one of my favorites, “ Our Love is Here to Stay. ” It was funny how my favorite songs were always about eternal love, you know, “ Always” and now, singing, “ It’s very clear our love is here to stay, ” and here I was singing that song after telling Ben I want ...
    us to be free to fuck other people. I needed to find other kinds of songs to sing and stop being so romantic, but those were the songs I grew up with, the songs Mom sang, the songs I needed to believe in if I was going to be honest. When we did the session, I sang my heart out, looking at Ben when I said the words, “The Rockies might tumble, Gibraltar may crumble, they’re only made of clay but our love is here to stay.” He looked at me then turned away while he played, and I could feel his hurt and anger; still we made a great recording. He played a solo that was so incredible I didn’t know where it came from, but I could feel his passion, his tenderness and somehow his hurt. He played with his eyes closed and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, listening to his fingers moving over the keyboard, hearing sadness in how he played the notes, as if he was whispering the words our love is here to stay, and crying at the same time. It broke my heart to hear his playing. When we finished recording, he got up to leave and I tried to stop him at the door but he just looked at me and said, “I’ll be your pianist but I won’t take your bullshit” and he left. Bill came over to me and asked me what was that all about but I didn’t answer. He asked if I wanted to do some coke with him and hang out. I have to admit I was tempted. I wanted to get high and forget what was going on but said, “No, I needed some space.” It was a cool spring day and I just wanted to walk around the village and be ...
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