Background Music

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A man... a woman... a courtyard between them.
a heatwave... a silhouette... Rachmaninoff romances.

Submitted: March 04, 2008

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BACKGROUND MUSIC

 

by Gerard Lebel

 

 

 

Her naked silhouette, outlined behind vanilla sheers hanging at her bedroom window, was viewable by me from across a small, debris littered courtyard. It was July and a sweltering 96 degrees. Even as dusk settled over the city, the air remained stagnant… heavy and thick with humidity. My body remained hot and damp to the touch as my fan on high speed merely caressed my moist skin with warm air. Tiny droplets of sweat trickled down my muscular chest and six-pack to the absorbent, elastic waistband of my Betty-Boop boxers.

I watched her silhouette with boundless imagination. She seductively moved her arms and torso to the gentleness of Rachmaninoff, playing softly in the background on my radio. It was quite amazing actually how she moved so effortlessly to the rhythm of ‘my’ background music… blissfully interpreting each measure of the classical composer as if she were listening to the music in my bedroom as my own private dancer.

She gracefully outstretched both arms and with bended knee, bowed her head elegantly allowing her long, auburn tresses to cascade over her face as the rhapsody played to a soft and gentle climax. The soft glow of the crystal accent lamp on her bedside table that had been casting her silhouette against the curtains disappeared and her bedroom shadows melted into the darkness.

 

“This is Ron Delaney at WCRC, Chicago’s classical radio station. You were listening to Rachmaninoff’s Variation No. 18 from Rhapsody on a Theme by Paganini, Op. 43 recorded by the London Symphony Orchestra, Yuri Ahronovitch, conducting. This was a special request sent out to … oh my!… the “Betty-Boop boxer guy” from his “silhouette dancer” at The Village Courtyard. Why this little lady named Miranda says… this is definitely a love match in the making!”

 

Stunned by the radio announcer’s remarks yet remaining enamored by the images from across the courtyard , I scampered around the room and turned all the lights on immediately, stopping at the window and waiting for her to do the same or give me some sort of a sign. I noticed several other windows emerging from darkness as well! Perhaps they were listening to WCRC also! It was at that moment that her window illuminated, giving me the sign for which I was hoping. I mean literally… she held up a sign that filled her lighted window that read: MIRANDA… 555-1515.

I suddenly felt naked… totally naked. I ripped the top sheet off the bed, wrapped it around me, grabbed for the phone and dialed.

“Hi… um… Miranda?…”

 

 

 

 

© Copyright 2007 Gerard Lebel All rights reserved

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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