Hummingbird / April 2 2008
‘That’s a lovely tune.’ I was complimenting a handsome brunette who was serving me in the Co-op. She was humming loudly as she handed over my Cheshire cheese.
‘Oh, thank you,’ she giggled. ‘My family are always telling me how musical I am.’
‘They’re not wrong.’
‘I just love beautiful melodies.’
‘Me too; don’t stop,’ I told her, smiling with as much charm as I could muster for a damp Tuesday morning. She blushed. Then I had an idea: ‘You don’t play any instruments do you – like the bass guitar?’
‘Pardon?’
‘My band Enormous have a gig coming up and our usual bass player isn’t available. I was offering you a job.’ I was trying hard not to blush as well.
She laughed. ‘Well my dad always told me I’d make a good little drummer.’
‘We’ve already got one of those’ I said.
Filed under Bands / Cheese / Enormous / Gigs / Pretty Girls
Comments
6 comments on “Hummingbird”
Despina / April 2nd, 2008 at 1:24 pm
I like random situations like that! Musical brunette - yes, I can see the attraction.
Jo Beaufoix / April 2nd, 2008 at 5:49 pm
Bugger, that could have been so cool.
What a weird thing for her dad to say though. I mean, if somebody’s not a drummer, how would someone else know if they’d be good at it?
Anyway Napoleon, I’ve always said you’d make a good little monkey juggler.
Napoleon Fantastic / April 3rd, 2008 at 11:34 am
Despina,
Musical brunettes . . . mmmm . . .
Nelson Galaxy / April 3rd, 2008 at 3:08 pm
You should busk outside the Co-Op and she can play your instrument for you.
Napoleon Fantastic / April 4th, 2008 at 11:07 am
Nelson,
That would be delightful!
Napoleon Fantastic / April 4th, 2008 at 11:08 am
Jo,
I’m not so little . . .
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