“Get your glad rags on. It’s time to rock and roll!”
His eyes lit up when she told him. A good old-fashioned rock and roll night down the karaoke bar – it couldn’t be more up his street.
He’d stopped rocking years ago when family life and kids had pulled him from the band, but he’d never forgotten his roots. Now, grey-haired and with knees that creak with every step, he’s ready to sing his heart out, and she’s thrilled to see her handsome hubby do his thing.
He kills it at karaoke. The other singers pale in comparison to his roaring, rockin’ vocals. He chooses all the clichés: It’s Only Rock ‘N’ Roll by the Rolling Stones, Status’s Quo’s Rockin’ All Over The World, I Love Rock ‘N’ Roll – although they only have the Britney Spears cover version which cramps his style a smidgen – and, his favourite, Led Zeppelin’s Rock and Roll.
His wife cheers him on from her seat, bursting with pride. That’s my man, she thinks. Mine!
But the other ladies don’t know that when they flock to him after his set. And anyone would think he doesn’t know it either. The women lean in close, arms draped around his waist, when they ask for selfies, and he happily proffers up his cheek when they pout and simper at him.
It isn’t long before she muscles her way in. “Time to go, darling.”
“But I’m having a nice time – I’ve remembered how much I love performing.”
“And I’ve remembered why I made you quit rock and roll. Now, put that woman down and let’s go.”
I write one new story each week inspired by a random song from my Spotify library. This week it was ‘Rock and Roll’ by Led Zeppelin.
I’ve taken to writing a little something about each song in recent weeks but, let’s be honest, Led Zep need no introduction.Follow Ellie Scott on WordPress.com