What Nobody Knew - Melody Cryns

Nobody knew that she always went out of her way to stand next to the best looking guys in the room – that secretly, even though she was all about having fun and being a major flirt – she would love to have someone for her very own. A good-looking cool guy who didn’t have major issues or life complications, who could at least take care of himself. She didn’t expect a guy to support her or anything.

But nobody knew that when they saw her walk into Woodham’s Lounge, all bubbly and fun. They thought she was just one of the girls who wanted to have fun. She was sure of it. Of course she could have been wrong. Maybe the guys could see through her and know what she really wanted. She hoped not though. That wasn’t the plan. The plan was to go out and have fun and be one with the music.

And yes, she was always one with the music. Sometimes the music took over and she’d stand in front of the jammers who played their guitars and the pulsating bass along with the rhythmic drumming, directly in front, sort of in the middle…and she’d feel enveloped in the music and feel this sort of euphoria that she could never get from drinking alcohol – it was hard to explain to people how it made her feel when she was surrounded by all the music. She couldn’t get enough of that feeling, so she kept going back to Woodham’s, even though she knew she shouldn’t go to the Sunday night jams because she’s always want to stay until the end and the Sunday night – then she has the hardest time getting up and going to work the next day. But it doesn’t matter to her because she’s surrounded and enveloped in the music and she gets so many warm hugs from wonderful, talented musicians. Where else can she go and feel safe and be surrounded by loads of guys who are always happy to see her?

So, she kept going back to Woodham’s because it was her safe refuge. Only once she got caught up with Hotty Scotty, the charming drummer…and she had fun with him, but Scotty was just a flighty butterfly after all, and not into hanging with the same chick for any length of time. Soon he was even hitting on her friends and that’s when she decided not to hang with him anymore.

So when she sashayed into Woodham’s Lounge, with the dark and mysterious lighting drawing her in, she felt as if she owned the place.

“Oh hi hippie chick!” one of her musician guy friends would say, and give her a huge, warm hug that felt so good.

She could hug all these guys and even hang on them – she could dance with them, laugh with them and joke with them. Occasionally, she even went to IHOP and drank coffee with a group of them. She was the life of the party and when her girlfriends were there, they would all laugh and dance and enjoy the music together.

But in the end, she almost always went home alone.