Overcompensation
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July 2006 Austin, TX
"All I need ... is everything you are, everything you are..."
Do you remember that song? No, I didn't either. Not until I met the singer, and she reminded me. Now I recall it from a while back, a few years ago. Wasn't it on some Internet service commercial?
Yeah, it was. The song's still around, still a good one even if people don't remember it. There's emotion in it, heart, feeling.
Great lyrics also, and a tempo of diverse chords stunningly blended together. For good reason, the song was a hit in its day.
It's not the only good tune on its album either- just the only one that ever made it to the big time. All the other songs are also good. Some are mellow, others are sweet. Still others put forth an important message. None are typical teen pop, they're more rock or blues. All can be catchy. But they are rarely heard, even though the emotions in their words are often felt. Why?
Time, idiots, and other stupid reasons.
"Love can be complicated, too often mistranslated. One word for all dynamics leads to problematics. Emotions and affections, feelings in all directions. Sometimes a simple action creates satisfaction..."
Have you heard that part of the song? You wouldn't unless you heard it on the radio or the album. The commercial only used the chorus. That's how it is with songs sometimes- you pick out the parts you like and disregard the others. Occasionally you may even lash out at the singer for even including those others. But to them, all the words, all the notes, are important. Ask anyone who creates- any engineer, any artist, any writer. They'll tell you they're proud of every little piece they put into their final product. Every single little step they take on their journey is one they cherish, whatever its benefits. The witnesses to their creation, they believe, should also be willing to appreciate every step.
But of course we're not. We pick and choose. We take the parts of the picture that make sense to us and we interpret them how we will. Some we remember and praise, others we mock and then seem to forget. The girl who sings this song got a lot of bad reviews when her album came out. It sold a lot of copies, but the critics hated it. However, she still kept her career despite their opinion. She did not let them boo her offstage. For every critic, she knew, there were a lot of other people who loved her. They told her so in letters, in interviews, and of course every time they listened to her sing.
"And as long as you are mine, I will take the time ... to let you know what I feel, cause ... All I need ... is everything you are.
And if you ever fall, I'll be here ... Standing in the shadow of my heart..."
Her name is Lindsay Pagano. She's a nice-looking little thing.
Long black hair, Italian-Jewish descent, dark eyes that frequently have a knowing look in them. She's small and young, but you can tell she has experience. She has great wisdom in her- it's evident in everything she does. The girl's just twenty years old, and she's already successful. They didn't just use her hit song in a commercial. It also made it onto the soundtrack of a popular movie and became the theme of a short-lived TV show. Paul
McCartney himself sang with Lindsay on the album. She's also worked with a lot of other industry professionals, all of whom appreciate her. Everything she puts out is full of her own personal style, soul, and attitude. I may not have remembered her music that much until recently, but now I know I love it all.
Other people don't love it. She's gotten bad reviews, like I said. There have also been lame emails, stupid parody songs, and other disappointing bits of so-called fan mail. I know because she told me. We've talked quite a bit in the past couple weeks.
"Cherish his love for chatter, mind games over matter ... I'm not looking for suggestions. More answers- with questions!"
My name is Nick Shang. I'm a roadie, specfically a light and sound engineer. I work for musicians in Austin, Texas, a city that is often called the Live Music Capital of the World. I do most of my work here at Antone's, one of the city's best nightclubs. It was the breakout arena for many great stars, including Stevie Ray Vaughn, the Fabulous Thunderbirds, and Guy
Forsyth. Numerous rock and blues legends have played here, everybody from old favorites like BB King and Muddy Waters to newer talents like Del Castillo and Wide Awake. Every time a famous musician comes to Austin, they usually end up visiting this place. They are always welcomed, and many are blessed.
Clifford Antone, the man who built this club, died earlier this year, but his legacy lives on. As do the musicians he's helped.
One of them, Lindsay, is here performing at his club tonight.
There are many fans of hers in the audience, and those who aren't her fans are probably becoming so rapidly. If not, well, at least most of them seem to be sticking around for the show they paid for. And they seem pretty enthusiastic too. Some seem to have been enjoying the performance, though with most I can't tell. But one thing is evident. They're all paying attention, eager for what comes next.
"There's nothing you could ever say, boy, to make me wanna walk away. And as long as you are mine, I will remind..."
I take that back. Maybe they're not really full of anticipation.
Perhaps they're impatient for this to be over with. I think about all the possible reactions as I shake my head and crack my knuckles. I've had to do this several times throughout the concert. The routine of flashes and noise I'm doing is complicated. It requires a lot of attention and on-the-spot innovation. Lindsay wanted something that would get the public's interest, yet was in keeping with the low-key image she likes to project. I was glad to help her, I've given similar assistance to a lot of musicians during my career.
What, you want to know more about me? Ok, let's see. I'm twenty-three, Asian-American, well-built. I'm told I'm good-looking. Fill in the rest of the picture however you like.
The important thing is that I'm well-versed in my craft. I studied the science of special effects at UT-Austin and I've been practicing my art since I was a kid. Just like Lindsay, I may seem young, but I've really been in this business a while. I am not an amateur.
She isn't either, I think to myself as she finishes her song and bows for the crowd before starting the next one. They clap for her, and for me too, I hope. I've been doing quite a bit of work for Lindsay this night. Every flash of light on the stage, every sound from her voice, it's all been thanks to me that the audience has heard it. I set up her speakers, her lights, her background noise. The keyboard I've been playing broadcasts her tunes. Yes, this is her concert, it's her that brought them here.
But me, I'm the one who's making things happen. The audience just doesn't know it, or if they do, they're ignoring me, concentrating on her. It always happens. I sometimes wish...
"Romeo, lay down your ego..."
Thanks, Lindsay. Good reminder. It's not all about me. This is about you. The crowd knows that, and so should I. I'm just a little symbiote, a necessary part of the magic you're making. I didn't create the magic alone. You laid it all out with me before the show got started. Now I'm helping you bring it forth. And just like you, I love my job.
An hour or so later, the concert's over. The crowd has clapped and cheered, then most have gotten up and left. A few have stayed behind, and Lindsay's been signing autographs for them. I've been watching as I nurse my drink at the bar. Right now she's speaking with a dedicated fan who's telling her how much he loved the album she put out all those years ago. He still listens to it often, he says, and thinks fondly of its songs and of her.
Lindsay smiles, gives him a hug, and tells him she'll have more music out one day soon. She's still weaving tunes and delighting most who listen. The few who dare to speak out negatively don't get her down, nor do the many who seem to ignore her siren's call.
"Nick! Hey Nick!"
I turn and see her standing beside me. "Lindsay. Can't take my eyes off you for a minute."
She beams, returning my grin. "Thanks for the show. You did a great job."
"You too." I salute her with my glass.
"What you drinking?" she asks.
"Vodka and tonic." I take a sip. "You're a little young for it."
"In this state, yeah," Lindsay sighs. She gestures at the bartender on duty tonight. "You have any carbonated water?" He nods and puts some down. I glance back at the fan she was talking with, see him give me a thumbs-up before he walks away. Thanks, I think in his direction, raising my glass in a toast. Nice to be appreciated.
"That was a local writer," Lindsay says. "He said he was anyway.
I'm not sure I've ever heard his name before tonight."
She speaks the name and I frown, finding it somewhat familiar but not easily placed. I shrug. "There's a lot of writers in
Austin."
"A lot of strange people too," she agrees. "I like it, though."
I nod. "So do I."
"Well, of course. You grew up here."
I smile, glad she remembered. We've become fast friends, Lindsay and me. She's only been in Austin two weeks, but the concert she just finished took a lot of setting up. We got to know each other during the preparations. She likes me, I sometimes think. I flirt with Lindsay as much as I do with any young pretty girl, and she always smiles and laughs. Never once have I had to assure her to calm down, remind her I don't really mean it. Or do I mean it? In my fantasies, maybe, I chuckle to myself.
She returns my smile, then sits down next to me. "I was thinking about my next album."
I recall that album's the reason Lindsay's in town. Her fans have been clamoring for the release almost two years, but she hasn't had much time to work on it with college and everything else in her life. Lindsay's talent is important to her, but it's not the only thing that is. She has to find a way to settle herself to exercise her talent. That's why she left home and decided to spend most of the summer in a place that has nurtured many musicians. She's been working on her next album a lot recently, and she thinks it's really starting to flow. "Have you decided on the title yet?"
"No," Lindsay says. "But I'll have something soon. The rhythm is more important to me."
"Yeah," I laugh. "You vary it so much people sometimes have difficulty keeping up."
She smirks. "You did well enough." She takes a sip, then regards me with her eyes. "You know, I have a few more concerts while I'm in town."
"Right. Cliffy set them up before he died."
Lindsay nods. "I wish he could have been here to see them. He was good to a lot of musicians."
"Truly a patron saint of the blues."
"Yeah," she agrees. "And so many didn't even know who he was until after his death."
"That's true of a lot of folk who help stars shine," I say.
"People approach to look at the stars, and rarely they regard their supporting players."
"But the supporting players are always there."
"Yeah."
We stare at each other for a moment, then look away. For a second her expression troubles me. No, I tell myself, we're kidding acquaintances, nothing more. She did not just give me the eye.
"Nick?"
I turn back to her. "Yeah?"
"I want to hire you. These concerts are going to take a lot of choreographing, so is my album. You did good tonight."
"I always try to create the best show I can."
"I know. And you did it all by yourself."
Not entirely true, actually. I had helpers assisting me with the setup before and the takedown after. A supervisor was watching my every move too. Someone always is.
"I'm thinking we should work together again," Lindsay says. "I could use a good light and sound man."
"Don't you have a couple of your own?"
"No," she replies, grimacing. "When you don't put out an album in several years, and the one you did generate didn't get the best reviews, people start to desert you."
"They start to think of you as a one hit wonder."
"Yeah." She tosses back her drink and sets down the cup. "But you know what? I'm still here, making music. I have a lot of talent, and I'm not forsaking it."
"Good." My heart echoes her fervor.
"And I'm thinking this album will be just as great as my first one. I tried out one of the songs tonight, and they liked it."
"I did too."
"It's not the only song that's close to being ready. I have the words written out for most of the others. I just need to find the proper pitch." She takes another sip, then looks at me. "I was hoping you could help me with that. You've compiled albums for a few people."
"Not many. Most of my work has been at concerts." I sip my drink. "And I'm afraid I'm booked up for quite a while. I'd love to work with you again, but..."
"Surely there must be some way for you to find time."
She smiles as she says this, and I feel myself searching for one. No, I shake my head, not a good idea. My business is too important to reschedule. "I really can't see a way," I tell her with a sigh. "Albums take a lot of work. I don't have time for one right now. As for the concerts, well, I'm not on staff at the places they're at."
"Don't worry about it," Lindsay grins. "I tell them I want you, and you're in. They always listen to the star."
"True," I chuckle. She has that right. I mentally go over my schedule again. "I think I might could fit the concerts in. The album, though ... I'm sorry, I can't do it." Seeing her crestfallen look, I add a tease. "Not even if you slept with me."
"You want to sleep with me?" She looks me up and down, then smiles again. I feel my voice catch all of a sudden, and try to recover.
"I was joking, Lindsay."
"I wasn't."
I stare at her, images flashing in my mind. Do I want this? Can it happen? And should it? No. I have to stop this now.
"That really won't be necessary," I say, again with the joking tone in my voice.
"And what if it were offered?" she replies. "I'm not innocent, you know."
"I know. I just..." I stop, not knowing what to say. We're friends, we have a business relationship, I'm not sure it should go farther. All this comes into my mind, but I can't get it out.
"It'd probably just be a one night stand," Lindsay says. "If that would make you feel better."
A one night stand, I think. I find myself relaxing a little.
I've had quite a few one night stands in my time. I've forgotten a lot of them. This one, I think, would definitely be one to remember if I had it. Now that it seems easier, I consider the idea.
"We'd stay friends, right? No matter what happens?"
She nods. "Hopefully. And if not, I can always dedicate a song to you. I did that on my first album with a few guys I've known."
That explains a lot, I think, recalling some of the lyrics.
"And of course you'd get paid the usual amount too. It would just be additional compensation."
Is that all I am to you? I almost ask her. Then I look at her eyes and see that it's not true. Damn, I think to myself. Does she really know what she's asking here? "Are you sure about this?" I ask her. By now I think I like the idea, but...
Again she looks me over intently, then smirks. "Yes. I like you.
I know you won't hurt me if things go wrong."
I feel a weight lift off my shoulders. "Well..."
We talked at the bar for another hour or so. By the time we were done, I was ready to rearrange my schedule. Part of me still thought I was taking a bad risk, but the majority was ruling otherwise. Lindsay had made things easier when she agreed to give me a one night stand, album or no album. She liked me enough, she said. I found I felt the same way and wasn't surprised. So much easier to let go your guards when you find out you have an attraction in common with a friend.
For a while I took the tack that I wasn't the right person for the album she had in mind. She quashed that idea quickly. "You're the nicest guy I've met in this town. And you're a professional."
I was happy for her praise, but with the contract between us...
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If I were sentimental, I’d have to say that night was right out of a love story paperback book. The starry night, the soft warm, glow of a fire.It started out as a camping trip. Four friends, out for a weekend. Almost as soon as we got there, Derek came in contact with something, poison ivy maybe, and within hours was pretty miserable. It was getting dark, so Jon suggested that he had better drive Derek back down the mountain to home. “No need to pack up though, I’ll just come back in the...
Hello readers, JP from Mangalore with the second part of the story. Pardon me for any mistakes. The incidents narrated in my stories can be real or fake. It is up to the readers to decide. I reached home from the bus stop with the mangalsutra in my pocket. For the next 2 days, I was busy with my personal work. On Saturday evening, I met my friend who works for the same bus agency I travelled through, last time. From him, I got to know about the lost chain complaint lodged by a passenger. As...
She stood up, walked over to the bathroom, stripped down to her panties, and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Staring back at her was a girl with sad, chocolate brown eyes, rich brown hair, and smooth pale skin. But the only thing Ginger could see was the enormous belly poking over the top of her underwear, the stretch marks on her sides, and her huge butt and thighs. She hated it. Ginger quickly threw back on her clothes and scowled. “Tomorrow, you stop complaining and you go to...
About 10:30 there was a knock at the door. “What the fuck” It was Mark Mattox, and he said he had a new deal for me, if I was interested. I said sure, but this deal had nothing to do with sex. He said I would be running dope from Austin back up to Tyler—every weekend. It would pay $150 a trip, and would be a kilo of dope. No one would be looking at a jeep for hauling weed, and should be a breeze. I ponder for a few minutes, then says I would give it a try. Mark said he would ride with me...
This is a standalone story. “I can’t understand why you won’t go to the doctor, it’s a simple test, Sekhar,” said Kajal, as they both hurried through the house. Sekhar was busy preparing to leave for the day’s office. “We’ve discussed this so many times Kaj. It’s not me, it has to be you,” he replied back, adjusting his tie and grabbing his briefcase. “Yes, Sekhar, everything is my fault,” she snapped back, rolling her eyes at him and leaving for the day. She looked into her husband’s dark...
IncestAs the Master tugs on the leash in his hand bringing the kneeling slave’s head close to his face, he reaches down to tease the slaves swollen cock, pulling a whimper out of the bound plaything. ‘I think you’ve found your place haven’t you boi?’ he asks as he rubs a rough thumb over the sensitive purple head to elicit a trembling ‘Yes, sir’. ‘That’s what I thought. You’ve seen how I treat my bois, how they alone get to pleasure me and are trained to the highest levels of sexual service.’ ...
Charles Collins opened the note with a trembling hand. "I'll see you after the game", it said. "Don't get changed." The note wasn't signed, but he knew exactly who it was from, for he had repeatedly asked his friend Peter to go up to the barn with him after rugby. To- day, at last, Peter had agreed, and Charles knew that the moment he had longed for was close. The game seemed endless; at half-time, Charles would gladly have walked off the pitch, even though the score was level and his chances...
GayHenry opened the door in response to my knock and when he saw me, a big smile lit up his face. I couldn’t help but be pleased at his reaction – even though there had been a couple of emails and phone calls back and forth, this first meeting was nerve-wracking. He stepped back and waved me in, bending down to take my knapsack from my hand as I walked by. It was a nice house in a quiet neighbourhood, never giving away what would be going on inside. A sweet, portly woman with beautiful, flowing...
Barbie Doll — an old man enjoying with a real life doll LEGALESE: Don’t read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin [over 18]. Copyright (c) 2015 by Acup A word of warning, I write good stories, I hope, with some decent sex in them. If you’re looking for a stroker look somewhere else....
Hello friends mera Naam Ajay hai or main haryana ka rehne wala hoon. main ek good looking ladka hoon or meri kadh 5.11′ inch or mere lund ka size hai 7”inch lumba or 3”inch mota hai. main ek middle rich class family se belong karta hoon or meri family main 4 mem. hai mummy,papa,mera chota bhai or main. meri age 25 hai. Ye kahani jo main aap ko sunane ja rana hoon wo meri ek pados ki bhabhi ke saath kiye gaye sex ki hai. unka naam neelam hai umar 30 saal par lagati hai 25 ki. wo ek dum gori...
And that's how Gwen and I ended up naked in my living room. Laughing, Gwen suggested, "On the rug?" "I meant what position smart-ass?" Giggling, Gwen suggested, "Why don't we begin with the other variations on missionary you told me about? What was that first one you mentioned, 'The Deck Chair'? Tell me how that goes again?" Then, before I had a chance to say anything, Gwen laid flat on her back and asked, "Now what?" "The woman opens her legs, pulls them backwards until her...
Alex walked down the hall of his school, 17 and feeling alive. He had been texting a hot girl last night, and he had made a bunch of jokes about her giving him head in the bathroom. He knew that she was drunk, and he was joking, but inside he felt that he wouldn's say no to some good head. He went to his first period class, and there she was, sitting there with her big ass, DD's and definetly not a tight pussy. She was known as a whore, but Alex didn't care, he would do almost anything...
Quickie SexHi guys, I am back with a new story, Thanks for your responses for my last sex story which was written in Tamil. i hope you guys have cummed a lot and relieved your stress. Guys this is just a fiction and none of them are real, My mom is not a slut and I don’t have a sister. So please do write your reviews at And here we go, Hi my name is Raja Im 23 yrs old. I am from a family of 4. My dad is working in Dubai, my mom is a housewife her age is 39 but she looks like 30 her name is Devi, and I...
Incest???????????????? ???????? Jeopardy for Seniors ... This is fun! THIS MAY BE HARDER THAN YOU THINK. THE ANSWERS WILL BE ON THE TIP OF YOUR TONGUE, BUT YOU JUST CAN’T QUITE REMEMBER THE CORRECT ANSWER. Youngsters, you don’t have a chance. I was picky as to who I sent this to. It had to be those who might actually remember. So have some fun my sharp-witted friends. This is a test for the ‘older kids’! The answers are printed below, (after the questions) but don’t cheat! answer them first... 01. After the...
My wife and i love camping. Every spring we load up our tent and head upstate, to a beautiful and serene spot me have choosen, right in the mountain country. During this time of year it is lovely up there, as the flowers and trees are just coming into full bloom, and the cool maintain breezes feel refreshing and invigoring, making hiking or walking through nature trails most enjoyable. We usually set up out tent close to the lake, so i can get in some fishing and hunting....
“What makes lovemaking and reading resemble each other most is that within both of them times and spaces open, different from measurable time and space.” —Italo Calvino, If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler I WAS UP and on the road at three in the morning Friday. Em had managed to find a cheap redeye flight that got in at ten till six. I was not going to miss being there when she arrived. Mom was already up and had an insulated cup of coffee for me to take along. She—well, everyone—thought...
It is a message i wrote to my friend...but somehow think it is interesting (or at least i hope so...it is true one, happened 22.11.2012. in Osijek)Well, u asked me bout my fantasies...would love to have a master who would treat me as a puppy with doggy tail plug in my ass nd take me on a leash. would like to hump his leg nd cum on it nd lick my cum afterwards...but i do have some of my own true experiences...never was involved into bukkake party but guess i am still young LOL.Last week i was in...
It’s funny how life is. Sometimes, the things you are dreading turn out to be the best things that ever happen to you. I had spent the past three weeks traveling all over England. It is a beautiful country and I truly enjoyed my time there. However it was time to head home. I was tired and not looking forward to the long flight back to the States. I boarded the plane and took my seat. There were two seats on my side of the plane and I had the aisle. The person who would be sitting next to...
Straight SexHi I am Rag, 28 years old and look handsome and I am black with perfect physique. I would like to share the first time sex with new aunt who is travelling with me in the train. Basically there is a some yearly devotional occasion happens in the Kadiri region. The story begins now… In the year 1999 I went in to meter gauge train where starts from my hometown and it’s full of people luckily I got seat in the corner there is only one big seat why because it was meter gauge train. After 6 stations...
There was an old World Book Encyclopedia with lots of pictures, so the teens spent the morning flipping through it with Ai. The creature was fascinated by not just the objects and places, but the people. Humans were so different! One page had a photo of an African man with skin almost pure black. Ai held up her arm next to the book, looking back and forth and comparing the colors. Was she human? There didn't seem to be a color humans didn't come in! After about an hour, Bill stood. "I...
Saul starts right back where he has left off on Maggie, only this time he dances her back into the bed room. They almost make it. Maggie grabs the door frame for support and Saul gives up on his forward motion to simply push her up against the frame. "I heard what you said." Nimrod whispers in my ear. "Not the girl, but who she is getting attention from. I wanted that to be me." he sighs. "You're right of course. And I didn't think I could learn anything at my age." "You old...
-------------------------------------------------- Same as my last story, just a note before the story begins. I'm not a natural author or writer, this is just a little fantasy written with one hand in tiny horny chunks over a period of months. I've skim checked it once for spelling and grammar to make it read a bit smoother. It doesn't have an in depth storyline, amazing character development or any other worthy devices - it's purely a wank fantasy written for me, based around big...
The ‘phone rang a couple of weeks later and Nicola answered it. When she put it down her mother asked who had called. “It was Sharifa, you remember her, my friend from Oxford. It’s her father’s birthday and she’s invited us both to the party.” “Oh, I don’t know,” said Gwenllian, “what would I wear?” ‘Next to nothing, while we are in the harem,’ thought Nicola, but aloud she said, “Oh anything cool. It can get hot there.” “Where?” “Kobekistan, where she comes from.” Gwenllian sighed...
Erica stood outside the train station, waiting for Liam to pick her up. She stood on the side of the road, her bags sitting on the curb. Picking them up, she walked over to the bus bench, where she sat down, and placed her sunglasses on the top of her head. She had to come visit her best bud Liam, whom she had not seen in almost three months. Luckily, she had managed to free enough time to spend a month with Liam. He had a place, just on the outskirts of town, where they would be spending...