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sidewalk, listening to The Rusted Spurs play. Those same feelings rushing up inside of me, the way they always did. But they were fainter, now, getting farther and farther away with each passing year.
I shouldn’t have been at the bar that night. That was what I was thinking when I first walked in nearly 20 years ago, the nerves jumping around inside of me like short circuited wires. I remember my hands were damp with fear, and I was holding onto my fake ID with all my might, scared to death I might run into someone at the bar who would recognize that I was just a junior in high school. Trying to cover up that fact with about two pounds of foundation and mascara.
I was there that night with a group of girls from school, including Beth Lynn. We were young and wanted to do things we weren’t supposed to. Which in a town as small and isolated as Broken Hearts Junction, meant sneaking into The Stupid Cupid Saloon for a show.
Lawrence owned the saloon back then. And he knew how to run a bar, all right. In another lifetime, Lawrence Halliday had been a country guitarist who had played tracks on some Willie Nelson records. He was a real legend in certain, knowledgeable circles. And for some reason, Lawrence had given it all up and returned to his hometown to buy The Stupid Cupid Saloon and turn it into a live music venue.
The night I snuck in, my insides were shaking like Jell-O sitting on the flatbed of a truck going down a gravel road. But the second I walked into The Cupid, I knew I had nothing to worry about.
Because when I walked in that night, it felt like…
To this day, it’s hard to express what I felt when I walked through that old growth pine door, and got a glimpse of the brick walls and the low lights and cozy feeling of warmth inside.
The sound hit me like a wall of water, drenching me with its sonic intensity. A steel guitar and a voice that cut through every falsehood and cliché that had been my life up until that point, and that lifted me to another dimension. A song that made my whole being shake with something that amounted to everything that had ever been missing in my small-town life.
The Rusted Spurs were on fire that night. And in that moment, I knew that there would be no going back to what I was before.
And then… then it was all over.
Lawrence saw us, and then showed us why people called him Law Dog. Without even looking at our fake ID’s, he kicked us out of The Cupid, threatening to tell our parents if we showed our faces there again.
The rest of the girls took the hint, leaving to get sundaes at the Dairy Queen. But I didn’t leave with them. I stuck around, listening to the music out on the sidewalk alone.
But I soon discovered that I wasn’t really alone.
I heard someone strumming a guitar somewhere in the parking lot. I remember walking over, feeling like I was in a dream.
And there he was, sitting on the hood of a car, playing guitar.
And when our eyes met, I felt the spark.
I’d seen the boy before—in a vision I’d had a week earlier.
I met Jacob Halliday that night, in The Stupid Cupid Saloon parking lot.
Lawrence’s grandson, Jacob Halliday.My soulmate.
I took another long swig from the flask, and brushed away the tears.
He’d have to come back to me, sooner or later. We were meant for each other.
He just had to.
He was just a little lost. That’s all. And in the big scheme of things, three years was just a drop in the bucket.
And I’d wait even longer if that’s what if it took. If I only knew that he’d be coming back to me.
“I believe they call this here a liquid picnic,” a deep voice said from behind me.
I jumped so high, I nearly fell off of the car hood.
Chapter 17
Hank jumped down off the truck and started barking at the stranger.
I turned around. It only took me half a second to recognize him once my heart started beating again.
It was hard to forget a face like his, what with the busted nose and those stormy grey
I shouldn’t have been at the bar that night. That was what I was thinking when I first walked in nearly 20 years ago, the nerves jumping around inside of me like short circuited wires. I remember my hands were damp with fear, and I was holding onto my fake ID with all my might, scared to death I might run into someone at the bar who would recognize that I was just a junior in high school. Trying to cover up that fact with about two pounds of foundation and mascara.
I was there that night with a group of girls from school, including Beth Lynn. We were young and wanted to do things we weren’t supposed to. Which in a town as small and isolated as Broken Hearts Junction, meant sneaking into The Stupid Cupid Saloon for a show.
Lawrence owned the saloon back then. And he knew how to run a bar, all right. In another lifetime, Lawrence Halliday had been a country guitarist who had played tracks on some Willie Nelson records. He was a real legend in certain, knowledgeable circles. And for some reason, Lawrence had given it all up and returned to his hometown to buy The Stupid Cupid Saloon and turn it into a live music venue.
The night I snuck in, my insides were shaking like Jell-O sitting on the flatbed of a truck going down a gravel road. But the second I walked into The Cupid, I knew I had nothing to worry about.
Because when I walked in that night, it felt like…
To this day, it’s hard to express what I felt when I walked through that old growth pine door, and got a glimpse of the brick walls and the low lights and cozy feeling of warmth inside.
The sound hit me like a wall of water, drenching me with its sonic intensity. A steel guitar and a voice that cut through every falsehood and cliché that had been my life up until that point, and that lifted me to another dimension. A song that made my whole being shake with something that amounted to everything that had ever been missing in my small-town life.
The Rusted Spurs were on fire that night. And in that moment, I knew that there would be no going back to what I was before.
And then… then it was all over.
Lawrence saw us, and then showed us why people called him Law Dog. Without even looking at our fake ID’s, he kicked us out of The Cupid, threatening to tell our parents if we showed our faces there again.
The rest of the girls took the hint, leaving to get sundaes at the Dairy Queen. But I didn’t leave with them. I stuck around, listening to the music out on the sidewalk alone.
But I soon discovered that I wasn’t really alone.
I heard someone strumming a guitar somewhere in the parking lot. I remember walking over, feeling like I was in a dream.
And there he was, sitting on the hood of a car, playing guitar.
And when our eyes met, I felt the spark.
I’d seen the boy before—in a vision I’d had a week earlier.
I met Jacob Halliday that night, in The Stupid Cupid Saloon parking lot.
Lawrence’s grandson, Jacob Halliday.My soulmate.
I took another long swig from the flask, and brushed away the tears.
He’d have to come back to me, sooner or later. We were meant for each other.
He just had to.
He was just a little lost. That’s all. And in the big scheme of things, three years was just a drop in the bucket.
And I’d wait even longer if that’s what if it took. If I only knew that he’d be coming back to me.
“I believe they call this here a liquid picnic,” a deep voice said from behind me.
I jumped so high, I nearly fell off of the car hood.
Chapter 17
Hank jumped down off the truck and started barking at the stranger.
I turned around. It only took me half a second to recognize him once my heart started beating again.
It was hard to forget a face like his, what with the busted nose and those stormy grey
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