Kiss Me Goodbye (standard:romance, 11439 words)
Author: Kirk	Added: Jun 17 2006	Views/Reads: 3461/2398	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A very painful breakup nearly keeps this young man from finding true love.

"We choose it, win or lose it; Love is never quite the same..."
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It was mid December 1973 and Lisa was just finishing her chorus class.
She transferred into Washington High around the Thanksgiving holiday 
after she and her Mother moved from Ohio. She and her new friend Denise 
were hurrying back to their lockers as chorus was the last class of the 
day and they were looking forward to getting out and going home. The 
holiday season was upon them and the girls were excited about going to 
the mall that evening. 

As they headed out of the music wing of the school, they heard the band
playing. It sounded much better than it had just a few days before. In 
fact, it didn't even sound like the same band. They both stopped in 
their tracks and peeked through the windows in the doors. In the month 
she had been there she'd met most of the band members but Lisa saw 
several faces she hadn't seen before. Even though the class was over, 
the band was still playing away. When the song was over, the girls 
entered the room as the musicians put away their instruments to hurry 
to their buses, while the new faces started another song on their own. 

"Have you seen any of them before?" Lisa asked Denise, waving her hand
around the room. 

"Yeah, I know most of them. They graduated last year. They come back now
and then when the director asks them, to help the younger players. When 
they graduated last year, most of our good players went with them. 
What's left is a band that sucks." 

Lisa looked the grads over and thought a few of them were really cute.
As she walked around the back of the room, she tripped on a snare drum 
and fell, spilling her books all over the place. One book hit a blonde 
haired trombone player in the head. He was in the middle of a nice solo 
when he almost swallowed his mouthpiece. 

"Yo!" he bellowed, checking his lips and then the back of his head for
blood. 

Lisa was busy picking up her books when she came face to face with her
assault victim. He was still rubbing the back of his head as she smiled 
a silly little smile at him and said, "I'm so sorry. I can be such a 
klutz. I'm really, really sorry!" 

The trombone player shook his head, got up and started to put his horn
away. Lisa tried to hold his case for him, but dropped it on the floor. 
Mr. Trombone just stared at her. 

"I'm leaving! I'm leaving!" she said, as she and Denise made a quick
exit from the room. 

"Who the hell was that?" Mr. Trombone asked a clarinet player. 

"Somebody new. The other girl was Denise. I think they're both in
chorus." 

"Hum..." said Trombone man. He finished straightening up and headed to
his car. 

* * * 

It was a very sunny and breezy December afternoon as he approached the
door of his '64 Malibu when he saw Denise and the other girl running up 
to him, shouting and waving their arms. He was suddenly reminded of the 
pain in the back of his head. 

"The buses left! The buses left!" they both hollered over and over, as
he put his trombone in the trunk. They finally reached him by the car, 
skidding to halt. "Hi!" they said in unison. 

"The buses left, huh?" he said, opening his door. 

"Yes," they both said, with their hair fluttering in the wind. 

"Do you need a ride?" he asked. 



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