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the discovery of Barry's body. The reporter interviewed Barry's sister, Marjorie Newcomb, who was in tears.
“He was the sweetest guy you'd ever want to know,” she said, “always had a big, warm heart for everyone. Barry was the kind of man who never met a stranger, to him, everyone was just a friend he didn't know yet. The world will be a much darker place without him in it.”
Indie came in as the anchor was wrapping up the story. “That’s odd,” she said. “Barry's a well known singer, but they didn't even call any of his band to ask about him, or get their reactions to his death? I'd think that would be just about as important as asking his family.”
Sam looked at her. “It would,” he said. “Good point, and one worth looking into. For tonight, let's just spend a little time together, okay?”
Indie grinned and came to sit beside him. She accepted her Coke and took a sip, then set it on the coffee table.
“Sam,” she said, “sing me a song.”
He chuckled. “What, right now? Right here?”
She turned and kissed him, hard, then leaned back and looked him in the eye. “Yes, right now and right here! Come on, sing for me!”
Sam looked into her eyes for a moment, then pulled her down to lean against him. “Okay,” he said, "you wanna grab my guitar for me?”
She got up and brought it to him, then sat on the other end of the couch so she could watch him.
“This is one of my country songs,” he said, “one we actually recorded. I'll dig that out for you another time, but here goes.” He began to play a melody, then, and a moment alter he sang: (Click to Listen)
You all remember the story, you heard a long time ago,
The prince was throwin' a party, but Cinderella couldn't go,
Then a miracle happened, and she attended after all,
And by the time it was over, Cindy was the Queen of the Ball!
But there was more to the story, and if the truth was ever told,
You'd learn that hap'ly ever after, turned into somethin' cruel and cold,
And if you're wonderin' how I know, what I'm talkin' about,
I'm the prince who once was charming, til Cinderella threw me out!
There ain't no happy endings,
There ain't no ever afters,
Why don't we stop pretending,
With all the lies and laughter?
You know it's only in the moo—oo—vies,
Where the boy gets the girl,
There ain't no happy endings,
Out in the real world!
You know your mama always told you, that love was waitin' at your door,
And all you gotta do is find it, and you'll be happy evermore,
But you know it's just a fairy tale, like little children love to hear,
Let's leave the stories for the children, and cry our lonely, grown-up tears!
There ain't no happy endings,
There ain't no ever afters,
Why don't we stop pretending,
With all the lies and laughter?
You know it's only in the moo—oo—vies,
Where the boy gets the girl,
There ain't no happy endings,
Out in the real world!
There ain't no happy endings,
There ain't no ever afters,
Why don't we stop pretending,
With all the lies and laughter?
You know it's only in the moo—oo—vies,
Where the boy gets the girl,
There ain't no happy endings,
Out in the real world!
Indie sat there in silence as the last vibrations of the guitar faded away. “That was so beautiful,” she said, “but so sad.”
Sam grinned. “Yeah, I wrote that right after my girlfriend at the time dumped me, so it was kinda dark, I know.” He set the guitar down beside the arm of the couch. “But that's not how I really feel, it was just a way to express what I was feeling at that time. I know that happy endings are possible, Indie; but I also know we have to work to make them happen.”
“Yeah,” she said, “we do.” She slid over closer, leaned her face in and kissed him, and this time he put his arms around her and held on. They kissed without paying attention to anything else for a long time, and when they finally broke, Sam said, “I think it's bedtime, Babe. Get on
“He was the sweetest guy you'd ever want to know,” she said, “always had a big, warm heart for everyone. Barry was the kind of man who never met a stranger, to him, everyone was just a friend he didn't know yet. The world will be a much darker place without him in it.”
Indie came in as the anchor was wrapping up the story. “That’s odd,” she said. “Barry's a well known singer, but they didn't even call any of his band to ask about him, or get their reactions to his death? I'd think that would be just about as important as asking his family.”
Sam looked at her. “It would,” he said. “Good point, and one worth looking into. For tonight, let's just spend a little time together, okay?”
Indie grinned and came to sit beside him. She accepted her Coke and took a sip, then set it on the coffee table.
“Sam,” she said, “sing me a song.”
He chuckled. “What, right now? Right here?”
She turned and kissed him, hard, then leaned back and looked him in the eye. “Yes, right now and right here! Come on, sing for me!”
Sam looked into her eyes for a moment, then pulled her down to lean against him. “Okay,” he said, "you wanna grab my guitar for me?”
She got up and brought it to him, then sat on the other end of the couch so she could watch him.
“This is one of my country songs,” he said, “one we actually recorded. I'll dig that out for you another time, but here goes.” He began to play a melody, then, and a moment alter he sang: (Click to Listen)
You all remember the story, you heard a long time ago,
The prince was throwin' a party, but Cinderella couldn't go,
Then a miracle happened, and she attended after all,
And by the time it was over, Cindy was the Queen of the Ball!
But there was more to the story, and if the truth was ever told,
You'd learn that hap'ly ever after, turned into somethin' cruel and cold,
And if you're wonderin' how I know, what I'm talkin' about,
I'm the prince who once was charming, til Cinderella threw me out!
There ain't no happy endings,
There ain't no ever afters,
Why don't we stop pretending,
With all the lies and laughter?
You know it's only in the moo—oo—vies,
Where the boy gets the girl,
There ain't no happy endings,
Out in the real world!
You know your mama always told you, that love was waitin' at your door,
And all you gotta do is find it, and you'll be happy evermore,
But you know it's just a fairy tale, like little children love to hear,
Let's leave the stories for the children, and cry our lonely, grown-up tears!
There ain't no happy endings,
There ain't no ever afters,
Why don't we stop pretending,
With all the lies and laughter?
You know it's only in the moo—oo—vies,
Where the boy gets the girl,
There ain't no happy endings,
Out in the real world!
There ain't no happy endings,
There ain't no ever afters,
Why don't we stop pretending,
With all the lies and laughter?
You know it's only in the moo—oo—vies,
Where the boy gets the girl,
There ain't no happy endings,
Out in the real world!
Indie sat there in silence as the last vibrations of the guitar faded away. “That was so beautiful,” she said, “but so sad.”
Sam grinned. “Yeah, I wrote that right after my girlfriend at the time dumped me, so it was kinda dark, I know.” He set the guitar down beside the arm of the couch. “But that's not how I really feel, it was just a way to express what I was feeling at that time. I know that happy endings are possible, Indie; but I also know we have to work to make them happen.”
“Yeah,” she said, “we do.” She slid over closer, leaned her face in and kissed him, and this time he put his arms around her and held on. They kissed without paying attention to anything else for a long time, and when they finally broke, Sam said, “I think it's bedtime, Babe. Get on
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