“We were singing in the rain, like we invented singing”

There was a battle going on in the DJ booth as the Laird entered the local pub.  Inside the usual wooden furnishings had gone and in their place was a nightclub.  He stepped back outside to check that he was in the right place, satisfied that he was, he went back in.

The music was pounding just out of sync with the lights.  It was a tune he recognised but could not place.  A blast from the past.  The two Djs were wrestling each other to stop the other from reaching the controls.

“They need to hear this song, it is that important!” shouted one of the men, the tail end of the sentence disappearing as a hand pushed his face downwards.

“Not Three times in a row it’s not.” replied the other.

The Laird wandered to the bar and waited his turn to be served.  Behind him the music continued, fading smoothly into a new track.  If he had not seen it , he would have thought all was ok back there.

There was only one barmaid on tonight and a host of thirsty punters.  The Laird accepted that it would take some time for him to be noticed, let alone served.  It always did.  He was used to it by now.  Not belonging to the young, good looking ones or the scary interesting ones, he waited and looked at the range of drinks behind the bar.  The pub was nothing like this last night and yet today it was.  He was mulling this over when a soft, pretty voice interrupted.

“Hello there, what can I get you?”

Looking up he saw a barmaid stood right in front of him.  Not the lone one he had seen earlier, she was still serving a group of metal kids to his left.  This lady had appeared from nowhere and had come to serve him first.  This never happened to him and the surprise made him temporarily forget what he wanted.

“A pint of Lager please?” he eventually managed to say but because of the volume of the music that surrounded them, the barmaid leaned in closer to hear.  He repeated his order and she smiled while she went to fulfill it.  A poppy tune faded in from a hard dance track and again the Laird thought he recognised it.

“It’s not love but it is still a feeling” the barmaid said as she returned with his drink.  Seeing the confusion in his eyes, she added, “That’s what the song is called.  Its one of my favourites.”

“Thanks.”  he replied as he paid the lady.  The crowd at the bar was getting heavier and he made to turn and head to a safe haven.  The barmaid was still talking to him, making no attempt to serve the waiting customers.  The throng seemed to not even notice her.

“So then, I have not seen you in here before, have I?”  The last part was either a question or a statement and he could not work out which.  Shaking his head, the laird sipped his drink and let the cool liquid lubricate his dry throat.  She continued.

“So what brought you here tonight then?”  She was leaning on the bar now.  He realised he had better answer her.

“Well, I have had a bad time of it recently,” She made that face that people make when they hear sad news, he continued, “And I thought I would go out for a quiet drink to cheer myself up.”

She laughed at that comment, this just made him feel uncomfortable.  his mind raced through a hundred and one reasons that she may find that statement funny and settled on the bad ones.  He started to formulate an escape plan, he just had to wait until a break in the conversation and then he could say his goodbyes.

“Well you probably wont get much of a quiet drink here.”  She laughed again and he was sure she touched her hair slightly.  “However the corner seating over there,” She gestured into the darkness,” that’s where the music is the least loud.”

“Ah thanks.” He turned and then looked back to smile at her, only to see her coming out from behind the bar and joining him.

“Come on, I will escort you.” She linked her arm in his and together they walked into the dark.  the track changed again and this time the beat of the music flowed like electricity through his body and he felt his posture straighten and his walk become a strut.  This was obviously a dream, he had decided, so he may as well just go with it and enjoy it.

The seated area was empty, the occupants of the club too busy pulling shapes in the church of dance nearby.  They both sat down and the lady picked up a drink that was already sitting there.

“Oh sorry I should explain.”  Her eyes sparkled with excitement.  “I was sitting here already and when i noticed you arrive, I had to come and get you.  You see, we have been waiting for you.  You and I need to have a long talk.”

The music swelled and seemed to drown out the rest of the club, leaving the two of them alone in the darkness.


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