Nothing Outside Of Today

All time is trapped tonight
And we got it all
Put real life outside
Under the stars in the sky

They ain’t ever gonna fade away
They ain’t ever gonna fall
There’s nothing outside of today
Nothing at all

This life is nothing to me
That life is like a movie
They all want to sue me
But I got nothing to fear.
The moment that you try
Is the moment you start to die
Don’t ask me why
It’s God’s idea

Stars never fade away
They never fall
There’s nothing outside of today
Nothing at all
Is there a fate
Time just delays
And we’re too late
To change our ways

Throw my star into the night sky
Teach my thoughts to fly
The limitations of this life
Are in the body not the mind

Stars never fade away
They never fall
There’s nothing outside of today
Nothing at all

James thinks to himself, “Wow, this is one of our best gigs?”
He loves his guitar sound and the electricity returning from the audience. The extrovert dancer moves to a position in front of him and smiles as he rips his guitar break. Why has he let his expectations of Felicia turning up to a gig spoil his enjoyment of the last few SF gigs? The rest of The Dirtkickers are right. He needs to forget her. He smiles at the dancer now.
As the audience sway with the music, he notices a ripple of faces turn as though a tidal current through the crowd. Slowly the ‘disturbance’ moves forward past the bar area. Finally, the crowd seems to part and Felicia appears. James feels a shock of electricity. Her presence alters the equilibrium of the whole room. A strange phenomenon to behold as a zone seems to establish around her. Men look but look away in case she turns them to stone. The atmosphere seems to change as the extrovert dancer no longer rules the room.
As the song ends Mike Remo thanks the audience and informs them of the next gig. James immediately leaves the stage and goes to Felicia.
“Hiya, you made it.”
“Only just, it would appear.”
“Well I’m glad you made it. Can I get you a drink?”
“A cold beer would be great.”
James gets the beers and sits with Felicia. He is nervous.
“Great to seat you. I mean see you.”
Felicia laughs confidently, “I do so love your accent. What brings a Scotchman to San Francisco?”
“Hey, I’m English.”
“Isn’t it the same?”
“Fuck no. They are strange.”
Felicia looks puzzled.
“I’ll explain on our 3rd date?” (James grows in confidence).
Felicia laughs, “It’s a deal. For our 2nd date you can take me to a party? It’s up in The Heights”
“OK. When is it?”
She laughs, “It’s now. As in tonight.”
Mike Remo looks over at James as he packs away his saxophone. He smiles. He takes time out and walks over. He waves his finger at Felicia, “Susanville. I never forget a face.”, he looks at James, “Jimmy English, we’ll take your rig back to HQ and see you Sunday?”
James smiles at him. As Mike walks away Felicia sparkles, “Looks like you’re a free agent? 2nd date it is then?”
She tosses her head back as she smiles. The shockwave it creates ripples his thoughts. It seems to slow down time. Whiplash waves slowly traverse the length of her dark hair scattering light across her cheeks. A wayward strand crosses her forehead until her slender finger slips under it and herds it back into line.
“Well I’m not usually that easy. But if you insist?”
She stares at him for two million years but he never gets bored. Never even blinks. She smiles, her eyes dance and sparkle, he begins to map the fall and curl of her hair.
Eventually, she speaks, “OK, let’s go.”
Most things other than Felicia drain from his mind although he does excuse himself to go over and pack his guitar into its case. He smiles at TMan and The Gnome and gives them the Skulk Rock Salute, and then the finger, smiling. He wanders through the bar with Felicia, feeling the jealousy waves from men (they want to be with her) and women (they want to be like her).