If they had a weekly television show of their own, she liked to think this would be their theme song.
Everytime they got into the car on the way to a gig, every time they began singing for the day, every rehearsal, it was the first song they started with. Like a kiss, an embrace, an exercise you can do well, a reason to remind you of why you do this. A game.
Vocal exercise as well, there was also enough wiggle room for them to both play around with. Different every time.
When they did it as an encore (rarely, and only if they were both in a REALLY good mood),
She'd open with a funny (awful) voice, a variation of Betty Boop. Then she'd flow into the "Honey" voice, and then (supposedly) hand it off to him. According to signals-she'd hold onto her clothing or not-they would include the Ventriloquist act. Not something she could pull off everyday, but when she did, it was incredible. She pulled out her gravely Old Man Voice (which he admitted sounded better than his voice).
She thought about how true it was for them.
They only needed money to go out to breakfast at diners, her one big indulgence. This life was feast or famine, she knew it well. They were often feted and treated to great dinners, in people's homes and at great restaurants.
He was a picky eater, macrobiotics,etc. But she also suspected that it was a Jack Benny affectation; he refused to eat outside his house not because of the non-healthy options, but because he was cheap. (Of course, there WAS the beautiful refurbished barn in back which showed that his heart and money were both in the right place. It doubled as a rehearsal space, recording studio and dance floor. It made her feel that THAT was the Standard. Everything else could be compromised. But the music was primary)
She preferred diners for breakfasts, mostly because of the unlimited supply of coffee (which made her horny). Besides, if they had missed the "normal" breakfast window, she was always happy to order any protein. As long as she could get her coffee.
The only reason to get to a diner before 10 was to get the day off to a good start.
Otherwise, he'd be happy to stay in bed until 12. (With or without her) and if there was no event at night, he'd be back in bed by 7. In Winter, the lack of sunlight would reduce the day to a few hours. As long as there was good sex happening (between them, or them in parallel, ) all was fine.
Everytime they got into the car on the way to a gig, every time they began singing for the day, every rehearsal, it was the first song they started with. Like a kiss, an embrace, an exercise you can do well, a reason to remind you of why you do this. A game.
Vocal exercise as well, there was also enough wiggle room for them to both play around with. Different every time.
When they did it as an encore (rarely, and only if they were both in a REALLY good mood),
She'd open with a funny (awful) voice, a variation of Betty Boop. Then she'd flow into the "Honey" voice, and then (supposedly) hand it off to him. According to signals-she'd hold onto her clothing or not-they would include the Ventriloquist act. Not something she could pull off everyday, but when she did, it was incredible. She pulled out her gravely Old Man Voice (which he admitted sounded better than his voice).
She thought about how true it was for them.
They only needed money to go out to breakfast at diners, her one big indulgence. This life was feast or famine, she knew it well. They were often feted and treated to great dinners, in people's homes and at great restaurants.
He was a picky eater, macrobiotics,etc. But she also suspected that it was a Jack Benny affectation; he refused to eat outside his house not because of the non-healthy options, but because he was cheap. (Of course, there WAS the beautiful refurbished barn in back which showed that his heart and money were both in the right place. It doubled as a rehearsal space, recording studio and dance floor. It made her feel that THAT was the Standard. Everything else could be compromised. But the music was primary)
She preferred diners for breakfasts, mostly because of the unlimited supply of coffee (which made her horny). Besides, if they had missed the "normal" breakfast window, she was always happy to order any protein. As long as she could get her coffee.
The only reason to get to a diner before 10 was to get the day off to a good start.
Otherwise, he'd be happy to stay in bed until 12. (With or without her) and if there was no event at night, he'd be back in bed by 7. In Winter, the lack of sunlight would reduce the day to a few hours. As long as there was good sex happening (between them, or them in parallel, ) all was fine.
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