Monday, February 11, 2013
For the Love of ...Music
Back to the Future had it all wrong. A time machine isn't something you crawl inside. Time travel can happen with a song...
Excitement electrified the air of the sorority house as girls giddily banged on the hallway doors telling everyone to go downstairs on Valentine's Day. Following them, I saw what the big deal was. About thirty guys from a fraternity were standing in our living room holding flowers or guitars.
And they sang.
They sang about someone brushing her "long brown hair," not blonde.
They sang about how she looked and how she was "wonderful."
Afterward, each guy gave each girl a rose.
Garrett stepped from behind a bunch of guys, and he was holding a bouquet of daisies.
He said, "I remembered you mentioned you didn't like roses. I thought these looked like something you'd like."
I'm not a rose kind of gal. At that point in my life, I was actually a bit of a snot about it. If a guy gave me a single rose, it was a one-way ticket to NotGoingOutWithHimAgainVille.
Even now, they seem so cliche. Like something a bunch of fraternity boys would take to a sorority house when serenading them on Valentine's Day.
But he remembered.
So, when I hear Wonderful Tonight, I remember how a string quartet played it at our wedding as well as that day (nineteen years ago this week) that a bunch of guys sang to a bunch of girls.
And I remember how my guy stood out from the rest.