Angela had sat silent while I and Spike had had their discourse.
Tears had come to her eyes as she listened, and she dabbed at them
occasionally with her handkerchief.
Spike got up to go, “C’mon, Angie, let’s let him think about things
for a while.”
“I ‘d like to speak to him for a bit, Spike,” Angela said quietly
to Spike.
Spike turned up his eyebrows quizzically. Angela responded to the
unspoken question, “Give us some privacy. Come back for me in an
hour.”
Spike left the room, leaving Angela behind. I looked up at her,
curious.
“You’ve been quiet all this time,” he said. “Are you going to beat
me up as well?”
Angela spoke sweetly and tenderly to him as she patted his hand.
“Now, now. Your world’s not coming to an end. If you’d only open
your eyes, you’d see the answer right in front of you.”
I looked back at the set-aside newspaper, and scanned the headlines
again. “I don’t see anything.”
“Look at me,” Angela told him. “You’ve never paid much attention to
me, but I’ve always been there. Think about it. Who was there to
help out at rehearsals? Who ran the Golden Fingers fan club? Who
designed your most famous band poster?”
“Of course I’ve noticed your role in all of those. I did appreciate
it. But weren’t you just helping out your brother? And you’ve
always had an eye for Ozzie, haven’t you?”
“Ozzie?” she responded, “Don’t be silly. Sure, I’ve spent most of
my life with Ozzie. After all, he’s my cousin. We played together
when we were kids. But romantically? Be serious!”
“I,” she said as she took a hold of his hand. “It’s all been for
you. I could see through that persona you developed and saw beneath
it the tender man that I’ve always wanted.”
I lost himself in thought for a few moments, “You know, when I
think about it, there was something that I felt when I saw your
attentions on Ozzie. It may have been a pent up jealousy, something
I saw that I could never have.”
“The fact is,” he continued. “I need someone, and maybe that
someone is you. It’s got to be. You have been there all along, that
presence in my dreams even. Maybe it’s true, after all.” He paused
again. Her silence was golden for the moment as he collected his
thoughts.
“If it weren’t for you staying behind today, I may never have seen
it. I don’t think I could make it through my life with all of the
past month’s events suddenly unraveling everything.”
Angela gripped his hand tighter as the revelations continued.
“Your love is true; truer than any I’ve ever seen. If I could match
that love, I’d wouldn’t hesitate a minute to ask you to share it
with me in my life.”
“I,” stammered Angela. “Are you asking me to marry you?”
“Well, I haven’t asked directly, but I sure would be interested in
your answer.”
Angela answered with another question. “Are you ready to make real
changes in your life? Would you change for me? I think you can; I
think you must. It’s life. It may be inconvenient sometime, but
with positive change, I think you’ll understand.”
I confided, “I was without any real friends, except for those guys
in the band. I took advantage of them, and when I caused the
breakup of the band, I was lonely. I didn’t feel like a star,
despite everything that was being said. Because I tried to be
stronger and overcome it all, I was brought down even lower.”
“I need someone, Angela, and it’s got to be you. I realize that
now. Will you marry me?”
“I will, I. I will.” She leaned over, hugged him about the neck and
they kissed passionately.
“I’m beginning to see where my faults lie. I need your help to pull
me out. I’ve got to try to change, that’s clear. Do you know what
the key is?”
“The key to change,” Angela told him, “is that you need to
recognize the need in yourself. You’ve done that, or have begun to.
You can change!”
Neither Angela nor I had noticed a new guest in the room. It was
Isaac, hovering in the background, and catching a bit of the last
of their conversation.
“Did someone mention change?” Isaac asked. “I've run into some
hard times lately and could use the extra cash.” He held out his
hand.
Angela laughed and gave Isaac a hug. “We’re trying to be
sentimental and serious here, and you come in trying to be funny.
Shame on you!”
“There goes the mood of the moment,” I complained.
“But Isaac does have a point,” Angela prompted.
Isaac turned quizzically to Angela, and I countered, “What? The one
on top of his head?”
“Ever the statesman, I, ever the statesman,” Isaac came back, and
then turned to Angela. “What do you mean?”
“Look at the world, today.” Angela’s gesture took in the room and
indicated the larger world outside the window. “There are people
out they for which panhandling is a way of life. The only life they
know. Things are bad, and I think they’ll only get worse. Why can’t
you do something about it?”
“Me,” I said defensively, “What can I do? I write, play and sing
songs. How could that help?”
“You still have fame, and you still have money,” Angela explained.
“You could write a song to unite us in the fight. Maybe sort of a
‘World Theme Song.’ Love. Peace. Togetherness. Action. Something
that would inspire the world’s masses to get up and do
something.”
“Did you forget already? I’ve already inspired the masses to stand
up and march right out of my concerts and I wasn’t even
trying.”
“You don’t understand the power you have, I. If channeled properly,
and with sincerity, those ‘masses’ will flock back to support you
and a new positive cause. Write your song. You’ll see what I
mean.”
“World’s got to change, and I’m gonna change it,” I mused. “I like
the sound of that.”