That day, out on the porch of the RDI was hot, to say the least. It had been 95 degrees in the shade that day. So, most of the hired hands took the afternoon off to lounge at the RDI to catch a cool drink and to escape from the heat.
Dakota Steele was no different. And seeing the girl that had piqued his interest there just made things that much better. Up until that point, he'd only seen her two or three times, but the bond that was growing between them was definitely there. Rosie had become a fast friend, and that friendship was definitely blooming to love.
He'd found a guitar in the RDI and waited for somebody to claim it for three days. On the fourth day, he claimed it for himself. It was solid black, save for the mother of pearl inlays on the finger board. The tiny tuning screws were carved obsidian.
He had been thinking a lot about Rosie, and the musician in him was definitely coming back. He wrote the following song, and sang it for her, reducing her to tears.
(ooc, Drift off to Dream, this song was released on Travis Tritt's Country Club album)
"As I sit here surrounded by people and lights
Alone with my drink at the bar
You've been here forever, so clear in my mind
I just don't know where you are
I know I'll find you but girl 'til I do
This is my love song for you
"Let's hold hands on the porch swing, under the moon
While the wind through the willows plays us a tune
We can lie on a blanket, out back in the yard
And wish for our future on a faraway star
You'll feel the passion as time after time
I press your sweet lips to mine
Then we'll dance to the radio, right up 'til dawn
'Til you drift off to dream in my arms
"You might be hundreds or more miles away
Or you might be just down the street
But there'll be a hunger deep in your eyes
That I'll recognize when we meet
It might take hours or it might take years
But this is the song you will hear
"Let's hold hands on the porch swing, under the moon
While the wind through the willows plays us a tune
We can lie on a blanket, out back in the yard
And wish for our future on a faraway star
You'll feel the passion as time after time
I press your sweet lips to mine
Then we'll dance to the radio, right up 'til dawn
'Til you drift off to dream in my arms"
He'd looked at her, expectantly, as his voice trailed off and he saw the tears. Little did he know just how much he had the little red head already, hook, line and sinker.
Dakota Steele was no different. And seeing the girl that had piqued his interest there just made things that much better. Up until that point, he'd only seen her two or three times, but the bond that was growing between them was definitely there. Rosie had become a fast friend, and that friendship was definitely blooming to love.
He'd found a guitar in the RDI and waited for somebody to claim it for three days. On the fourth day, he claimed it for himself. It was solid black, save for the mother of pearl inlays on the finger board. The tiny tuning screws were carved obsidian.
He had been thinking a lot about Rosie, and the musician in him was definitely coming back. He wrote the following song, and sang it for her, reducing her to tears.
(ooc, Drift off to Dream, this song was released on Travis Tritt's Country Club album)
"As I sit here surrounded by people and lights
Alone with my drink at the bar
You've been here forever, so clear in my mind
I just don't know where you are
I know I'll find you but girl 'til I do
This is my love song for you
"Let's hold hands on the porch swing, under the moon
While the wind through the willows plays us a tune
We can lie on a blanket, out back in the yard
And wish for our future on a faraway star
You'll feel the passion as time after time
I press your sweet lips to mine
Then we'll dance to the radio, right up 'til dawn
'Til you drift off to dream in my arms
"You might be hundreds or more miles away
Or you might be just down the street
But there'll be a hunger deep in your eyes
That I'll recognize when we meet
It might take hours or it might take years
But this is the song you will hear
"Let's hold hands on the porch swing, under the moon
While the wind through the willows plays us a tune
We can lie on a blanket, out back in the yard
And wish for our future on a faraway star
You'll feel the passion as time after time
I press your sweet lips to mine
Then we'll dance to the radio, right up 'til dawn
'Til you drift off to dream in my arms"
He'd looked at her, expectantly, as his voice trailed off and he saw the tears. Little did he know just how much he had the little red head already, hook, line and sinker.