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Nikky M35ha - How it happened!

M35ha (39) Thursday 10th October 2005 Yeah it was an average day at work, not especially brilliant managing a community psychiatric home treatment team. Did I have time to tell you that I play in a band? Well I kinda do. Lately I've been given the task of Mestre - the guy that gets to act as conductor to help organise a bunch of drummers with hand movements. Anyway, we've been playing in a cafe/Caribean theme place. Up to 14 drummers in a restaurant in central Southsea. Portsmouth. England. The world. Where was I? Well a soon to be divorcee - weeks away, with a cat a home and well a jeuvenile sense of fun. Arriving at usual time, folding bike as my chariot, I looked around the bar. Empty, yet filled with the potential for a fiery evening. I had the band tight. My hand movements controlling very beat. 1 2 3 4 silence. 1 2 3 4 Back in. Then something happened.

The band played and in she walked. She had a book a white top black trousers. Wow what a figure. I found myself thinking. I found myself conducting all the music to her. She didnt seem to notice. Oh well. I threw myself into the "zone" as we musos call it. Then I saw her kiss another fellow drummer. A guy I've only known for a few weeks but really respect. Can we call him S? Ok so she's got someone - maybe I will end up a sad old drummer. Throwing beats to an empty audience just for the music. Christ that sounds soooo grandiose. The next week she came again to the bar. This time with a friend. Ok I was unlucky the week before yet somehow I managed to get her number. SO same routine: music - drums, silence, one drummer, 2 then 3 then everyone. Sweating away we ended the gig. She made a beeline for me. Later that night she danced around me as I played. It was - how do I say this without internet incrimination? - very stimulating. We chatted but it was a case of the right people but sooo the wrong place and time. I had no idea what her feelings toward the other drummer was.

To be continued...............

Part 2 The week after disappeared from view: work did its stuff, home did its stuff and the cat called Chill purred. The next week the band played another gig. Setting up as usual meeting and greeting the crew as they arrived: Jerry, Kev, Lucie, Brandon, Jay, Luc sorry if you're reading this and not listed here. The evening had a real buzz. The girl from last week arrived. I watched intently. This week she was with a friend. Well perhaps her friend may be fun. The drummer she arrived with disappeared halfway through the night. The band played on. Later the band took a break. I chatted to her friend - er it was quite clear that she was drunk. Nikky - the name of the girl who had already shook my foundations from last week, whispered in my ear. Something about helping her friend into a cab and offering a nightcap. Sadly I declined. I still didnt know what her feelings toward the other drummer was. Packed my bag and unfolded m folding bike and prepared for the journey home. BLEEEEP BLEEEEP A text message? Or was it a call? We seemed to speak for hours. As I rode home on my bike. I really wanted to spend time with her then but we hardly knew each other. Both of us had been drinking. I didn't know about her but it was late and I had an early start the next day. I now know that she had one too. Work the next day was another blur. I had a swing in my step that people there commented on. I was walking like Shaft. But I dunno - perhaps it was an ego boost and nothing more.

The next day - a Saturday. Again a blur. Was I nursing a hangover? I usually was. Easing my way into the day. Perhaps time with my friend Ian who runs the comic shop. We have known each other over 6 years. Yakking about everything from politics, sex, religion, philosophy - but hey never about comics. Nope I just dont recall what I did. But for receiving a call: "I've just ordered Pizza and opened a bottle of wine"......She knew. The prospect of time with wine food and her was too much to resist. I concede I was a little scared - by the time my nerves had kicked in she was already in my arms. My bike had neve moved so fast! End of part 2................ MP3's bombarding my brain to make me cycle faster and faster. Until I as there. She wore I think a green tight top. I kissed her cheek. I was so nervous. We both talked almost for the sake of talking. She told me of her family, things she liked. We talked more. I had a glass of wine with her. Before long she was laid on my legs and we were watching Shaun of the Dead - a post millenial spoof of the zombie film genre. Her top was off as she said that she didn't really like to wear clothes. How the hell ws I to concentrate on the movie. It was Saturday night. Then Sunday morning. By now we had made love in the most passionate ways possible.

Menawhile in a Bedouin town:

A Bedouin city. Having toiled all day at the leper colony, I headed on my collapsible camel to the bazaar. Crossing the dunes, on a windswept evening. I enter the market: people of all nations, the perfumed aroma of freshly cooked meals from around the globe. I was drawn to my friends – all with percussive instruments large and small. Taking the lead I enabled them to prepare a musical soup. Slow but delicate rhythms permeated the air.

And then it happened. She arrived with a parchment to read. She knew one of the minstrels in the orchestra. A shame. She looked stunning. Golden hair, eyes brightly shining. A crying shame. The music was increasing in its intensity. She danced to it. Belly dancing style. Incredible.

The next week had passed seemingly without incident. The sands blew into time. The lepers were treated. Days passed into nights as shepherds counting sheep. Until the following Thursday, at the bazaar. This time she arrived with a friend and both had been quaffing at wine. Her friend was staggering around intoxicated by music and good intnention. I spoke to her - I guess if the golden haired maiden was with another at least I could make a friend – I rationalized.

The evening was near to morning. She had a ride back into her village to take her friend to where she could rest. “come with me. Come to my tent. Be with me” I couldn’t. She was seeing one of the other musicians. I couldn’t do that to a friend. I mused.

My musing lasted the rest of the night when I arrived at my own tent I was excited though sufficiently tired to be able to sleep. Over that night she sent a series of doves with messages of adoration. Sleep just wasn’t going to happen.

It was Friday. The sun was shyly hiding in clouds. Visibly drained, but really upbeat, I trudged to my work in the leper colony. Demands: from the lepers, the self-sacrificing body of volunteers and all members of the village; plague the day. Giving plenty paid in pittance I trudge home. An evening of quiet contemplation shattered by the excuse to drink cheap wine with friends in a nearby tent ensues.

Saturday. A seemingly ordinary day: Shopping in the market place; tending to the cat, greeting my friend in the store of miracles. A miracle he is so prosperous. Another, that he is so warm and entertaining to his customers. I explained this mysteriously enigmatic woman to him. He seemed intrigued as did some of his disciples. “who was she?”, “Where did she come from?” and “What in camel’s breath did she see in you?”. The banter continued over steaming hot alembic coffee and parchment papers. I went into the market and purchased bread and cheese returning to share and prolong the afternoon.

Early evening, perhaps a few drinks with friends or maybe an evening of relaxation and contemplation. I had not yet decided. A carrier pigeon arrived. A message fastened to its leg “I have wine and bread. Come share with me”. It was from her. She remembered me. She added that her liaison with my friend was brief in duration and over.

My collapsible camel of steel had never seen such speeds as I tore across the dunes. The wind was behind sweeping me along the plane. My heart was pounding. Outside her tent the town was almost silent. Silent but for the gentle hum from the other tents in the street. She opened her door. I had a feeling that my life was going to change. Change forever. From the moment I stepped over the threshold, tenderly kissing her cheek as I moved into her cushioned seating area. We talked initially facing each other. We seemed to have so much ion common: shared experiences, similar outlook on life, beliefs taste in music and food. She offered me wine. Why had I not bought any with me? We sat closer. Closer still. Veils were removed. Just how could I restrain myself from her shimmering beauty? She was spectacularly dazzling. Her eyes had a shine that complemented her clear and bronzed complexion. And then we kissed.

Life as I had previously knew it would never be the same again. One kiss. Two. Then three then – who knows.