After The Energists: Rebooted Teen YearsChapter 46: Rock And Roll Dreams Come Through free porn video
Wheels Resort Dining Area
3:38pm, Saturday, March 10, 1979
After most of us settled back down after Sammy’s little Wushu demonstration, Lynette leaned against me and whispered up into my ear, “Because Angelika, uh, Kalena and her mom have a great understanding and appreciation of music, you, uh ... you know the song, the one you and I have worked on ... that Rock-n-Roll Dreams song?”
I simply nodded my affirmation to Lynette as she peered up at me. She then softly added to her thought stream, “Can’t you picture Kalena’s mom, Viktoriya, singing it to her back in Ivankiv...”
“God, yes, Cano. Perfectly,” I barely whispered back as I had trouble containing my rising enthusiasm regarding Lynette’s unbelievable thought. “We gotta play it for them, Baby,” I said out loud, which caught our bandmate’s attention.
“Play what?” Jennifer asked.
“Uh, do you want to or should I?” I asked down at Lynette.
“You’ll probably do a better job of explaining this than me,” Lynette replied as she gazed between me and the two Ukrainian ladies sitting across the space between our tables.
“What have you two, love-birds been up to?” Sammy playfully asked as I paused to put together my words on how I wanted to share Lynette’s sudden viewpoint about this song we wrote together over the past week.
I released a long sigh and then said, “Lynette and I, we, uh, we’ve written ... put together a song, and she just whispered to me how this song fits...”
“It’s an amazing fit, really!” Lynette interjected as she squeezed my hand.
“How it captures Viktoriya and Toxic’s forced separation, perfectly. Lynette and I ... well, Lynette came up with the picture, just now and uh, if everyone’s agreeable, we, Lynette and I, we’d like to play it for y’all.”
Even though I was aware of a couple of our band mates’ surprised reactions to my words and request, I was keenly focused on how Viktoriya and Toxic were responding to our entreaty. Both mother and daughter were whispering in their native Ukrainian language, and I couldn’t get an immediate read from their body language on how they felt regarding my request to play this song.
I wrapped my arm around Lynette, who was focused on Sammy and Cathy as I waited for some indication from Kalena and her mother on their desires. When Kalena glanced up at me for a second, I noticed a cloudy haze over her brown-green eyes and wondered if our request was going to be too painful for her obviously stressed emotional system. However, when Kalena winked at me after her mother finished their private discussion, the simmering gleam had returned to her eyes.
I was then able to relax slightly, which allowed the harried words from Sammy, Cathy and Lynette to slip past my attentional filter into my processing center. Before I could put everything I heard together, I heard Lynette say, “But we only kept it to get it just right before we shared it with you. We aren’t trying to prop ourselves up here, honest to God!”
“Ladies, ladies! Enough,” Mr. St. Georges and Mrs. Hobbs both said in either their elevated teacher or parental tone of voice to hopefully get the craziness between Sammy, Cathy and Lynette under control.
“Please, stop,” Viktoriya softly requested, which somehow put an immediate halt to the heated, teenage conversation and adult interventions. When she had our attention, Dr. Kharlamov calmly said, “All people in groups, be sport, business or music ... have Гарячі дискусії ... heated discussions. No matter, all come to best action for group, if wish to succeed. You kids are skilled, yes. No let squabble hurt your group. Yes?”
Sammy, Cathy, and even Jennifer to a lesser extent, all hung their heads and mumbled out an apology to Lynette for fussing at her like they just did. I looked at Paul, who simply shook his head and mouthed, ‘Girls,’ in their direction which succinctly encapsulated my current feelings on this silly spat.
“Now,” Viktoriya said after giving my female band members a moment to gather themselves. “I, and my Water-Baby would love to hear song, which Koo-da and Lynette say fits us like favorite rabbit-fur hat in Ukraine winter.”
Viktoriya’s imagery definitely put a smile back on everyone’s face as we all were well acquainted with the wonderful feelings generated by a perfectly warm hat on a cold Canadian winter day.
As I held Lynette’s chair for her to sit with her keytar, Kalena asked, “What is this song called, Mike?”
“Well, we haven’t finalized the title yet, but we’re leaning towards either, There’s Always Something Magic or, uh, Rock and Roll Dreams Come Through.”
(Note: Rock and Roll Dreams Come Through was written by Jim Steinman in 1981, and was a top forty hit for both Steinman, #32 on Billboards’ Hot 100 in 1981, and for Meatloaf, #13 on the Hot 100 in 1993.)
I looked at Lynette and saw her nod her tear-streaked face towards the Kharlamovs. Right then I knew we were on the same page, so I then said to Toxic and her mother, “We’d like ... both of you to decide which of those titles you think would be best for this song, okay?”
Both Viktoriya and Toxic’s Eastern European faces perked up when they heard me say they could select this song’s title. Dr. Kharlamov then turned to her daughter and said, “You understand words better than me. You pick favorite title, yes.”
“Your English is better than you think, Momma,” Kalena replied. “We’ll decide on the best title ... together.”
Viktoriya turned in her seat to share another small hug with her daughter and then softly said, “We figure best title, together, Kalena.”
As I was putting the capo over the strings on my guitar, I calmly said to Paul, Cathy, Jennifer and Sammy, “Treat this exactly like we did when Jenn and Sam introduced, I Hate Myself for Loving You, to us last week at the guest house. Imagine how you’ll see your bass, your drums, your saxophones, or the guitars fit into this song, okay?”
“We’re good, Cuda,” Sammy said with a smile. “I never should have jumped on you guys like that.”
“You know we were going to do what you just said ... sheesh,” Jennifer added with a smile and an air-kiss.
Paul just gave me a fist bump, while Cathy winked at me and Lynette. Right then, I knew all was right in the Time Bandit world.
The cafeteria crowd fell silent once more as I softly strummed out the opening cords of this song. Lynette seamlessly added a dark and eerie organ motif with her new instrument. I watched her skillful left hand quickly tap two different ‘voice’ buttons, which would create a steady drum beat, and deep bass guitar rhythm. Just as I spiced up my guitar playing, Lynette tapped the rhythm start button, and instantly adjusted those beats to match my playing with the ‘slider-bar’.
As she played the next eerie organ sequence in our introduction, Lynette also vocalized a soft, yet equally unnerving howl, which beautifully created a perfect disconcerting setting for this song. I took one step towards my girlfriend and whispered, “That was scary-ass good, Cano.”
When I looked over at Jennifer and Sammy, they both were awe-struck in their seats as they focused on our simple but effective introduction. As expected, Cathy was already zoned out in her private air-drum world, and as far as I could tell, she had a pretty solid idea of what she thought the opening drum sequences would be or sound. My best friend, Paul, just smiled and nodded as we made eye contact. I had no doubt he already had his bass lines planned and ready for our first group session with this song.
Just before I began to sing the troubling first verse, I glanced at Kalena and Viktoriya. I couldn’t help but notice that Kalena appeared as if she had regressed back into a fearful pre-teen, Ukrainian girl as she clung to her mother’s protective right arm. Viktoriya, not surprisingly, appeared stronger and slightly defensive as she sat up perfectly straight in her chair with her feet tucked slightly underneath her seat as if she was ready to act on the first sign of danger.
For a brief moment, I almost wanted to stop playing this song because of their bodies’ responses. However, when Viktoriya softly said, “Дуже гарний,” which Kalena earlier had translated as ‘very good’, I felt a mini-wave of relief wash over me.
After Lynette created that unsettling milieu a second time with her organ and vocalized combination, I toned down my guitar work and eased back into a simple chord strumming routine. Our simpler sounds set the dark ambiance for my lyrics, and Lynette’s backing vocals and sounds.
I took two small steps towards Toxic and Viktoriya and sang:
“You can’t run away forever,
But there’s nothing wrong with getting a good head start.
You want to shut out the night, you want to shut down the sun.
You want to shut away the pieces of a broken heart.”
As I sang the second stanza, Lynette recreated her eerie background vocalizations on the first two lines, which caused Viktoriya to reach across her body with her left hand to squeeze Kalena’s python like right upper arm.
“Think of how we’d lay down together,
We’d be listening to the radio, so loud and so strong.
Every golden nugget coming like a gift through the Gods,
Someone must have blessed us when he gave us those songs.”
“Так вірний, so true, so true,” Viktoriya softly whispered to Kalena after I sang the last two lines of those lyrics.
During the chorus, Lynette softly echoed the initial phrase of the first and fourth lines of my mellow vocals. However, she once more recreated that desolate atmosphere as I sang the harsher sounding second and third, plus the fifth and sixth lines, directly at Kalena:
“I treasure your love, I never want to lose it.
Girl, you’ve been through the fires of hell,
And I know you’ve got the ashes to prove it.
I treasure your love, I want to show you how to use it.
You’ve been through a lot of pain in the dirt,
And I know you’ve got the scars to prove it.”
For the remainder of the chorus, Lynette remained relatively silent. She did provide a strong solo on the, “Keep on...” line, and some beautiful harmonic-echoes to my lead vocals on the, “There’s always...” and “The beat...” lyrics as I sang:
“Remember everything that I told you,
And I’m telling you again that it’s true.
When you’re alone and afraid, and you’re completely amazed,
To find there’s nothing anybody can do.
Keep on believing, and you’ll discover, baby!
There’s always something magic,
There’s always something new.
And when you really, really need it the most,
That’s when rock and roll dreams come through.
The beat is yours forever,
The beat is always true.
And when you really, really need it the most,
That’s when rock and roll dreams come through for you.”
As I was singing the, “Remember everything...” stanza, Dr. Kharlamov eased her right arm from her daughter’s tight grasp and non-verbally motioned, ‘Pass me your guitar‘ towards Samantha. Dr. K smiled at both Lynette and me after she positioned Sam’s twelve-string guitar on her lap and waited until we finished with the chorus’ lyrics.
No one around us was surprised when Viktoriya Kharlamov played a superb guitar solo as Lynette and I softly played in the background between the chorus and the short second verse. Dr. K nodded her expressive head at us as she gracefully brought her exquisite solo to an end. She then wonderfully melded the twelve-string guitar’s sound with our instruments as I sang the second verse. Lynette provided a strong echoed final line of that verse, which led us into the slightly different version of the chorus:
“Once upon a time was a back beat,
Once upon a time all the chords came to life.
And the ANGELS had GUITARS even before they had wings,
If you hold onto a chorus you can get through the night.
Get you through the night.
I treasure your love, I never want to lose it.
You’ve been through the fires of hell,
And I know you’ve got the ashes to prove it.
I treasure your love, I want to show you how to use it.
You’ve been through a lot of pain in the dirt,
And I know you’ve got the scars to prove it.
Remember everything that I told you,
And I’m telling you again that it’s true.
You’re never alone ‘cause you can put on the phones,
And let the DRUMMER tell your heart what to do.
Keep on believing, and you’ll discover, baby!
There’s always something magic,
There’s always something new.
And when you really, really need it the most,
That’s when rock and roll dreams come through.
The beat is yours forever,
The beat is always true.
And when you really, really need it the most,
That’s when rock and roll dreams come through.
Oh! for yooooooooooooooou! Yeah, hell yeah!”
I knew this song put a beautiful concluding stamp on Kalena and Viktoriya’s nightmarish experience. As I sang, ‘And the ANGELS had GUITARS even before they had wings‘ line, I saw a metamorphosing Kalena stand up tall behind her guitar playing mother. Gone was the terrified little Ukrainian girl, who fearfully clutched onto her mother’s arm at the start of our song. That miserable orphaned child was magically morphed back into a strong young lady as she listened to Lynette, her mother, and I play the remainder of this song. I knew Kalena’s conversion was fully complete as I watched her wrap her now powerful arms around her mother’s waist and place her refreshed face on her protector’s shoulder.
Lynette had skillfully transformed her initial, eerie organ sounds into an all empowering, comfort-filled grand-piano sound by the time I sang the final two lines of the chorus. Dr. Kharlamov and I both reduced our guitar outputs, so Lynette’s piano rift generated a perfect, powerful backdrop for my transformed, spirit-filled finishing lyric.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” Samantha involuntarily said to break the wonderful silence after our song ended.
“Oh, Momma,” Kalena barely vocalized as she covered her mother’s right cheek and neck in rapid kisses.
“How in the heavens did the two of you write and create such a powerful song?” Mrs. Hobbs asked as she moved over to give the Kharlamov ladies a gentle group hug.
Lynette dropped her head towards her chest after hearing those statements, and the noticeably large round of applause from the now packed cafeteria crowd. I adjusted my guitar, so it hung on my right hip and moved alongside my proud, yet suddenly embarrassed girlfriend.
After I gave Lynette a gentle comforting hug, I whispered in her ear, “Are you going to explain this or... ?”
“No, no. You do it, please,” Lynette softly replied. She then wrapped her right arm around my waist and hung onto me like her life depended on it.
“We, all six of us,” I said as I motioned to my bandmates, “we’ve been blessed with several gifts with music being one of them. Each of us, not just Lynette and me, have either written some awesome lyrics, or created some unique music to bring out the true essence behind those lyrics.” I then took a slow deep breath to regroup my thoughts, before I added, “However, after hearing about our friend, Angelika Tolsik ... Kalena Kharlamov and her mother’s unbelievable life story, we ... Lynette especially...” and I put my right hand under her chin and slowly lifted up on it, “used our creative gifts to integrate their hellish separation and heavenly reunion into that song.”
“Believe me...” Lynette softly said, then paused to refresh her spirits. In a stronger voice, she then stated, “Our prior run-throughs of this song didn’t sound anything like that. It really ... those sounds, they just radiated from my fingers and my mouth as the image of the Kharlamov’s situation ran through my mind.”
“It is Благословення з Бога ... a blessing from God,” Viktoriya added as she raised her hands in a prayerful manner. She then lightly tapped her right hand on the body of Sammy’s twelve-string guitar and said, “You both take horrible experience and turn into wonderful music. I so Оцініть, uh, how do I say? ‘Appreciate you’, yes. Also for chance to play guitar with you, thank you.”
“You will always be welcome to play with us or offer up any helpful suggestions,” I replied.
My words were quickly verified by my band mates. Samantha then added, “Angelika, if you ever want to sing or play with us, all you have to do is ask.”
Angelika smiled back at Sammy, and gave Paul a subtle wink in remembrance of his earlier words. She then said, “If you ever need violin-type sounds in any of your songs, I’m your girl.”
“Yes, yes, my Kalena was very good violinist,” Viktoriya interjected. “She also can play cello and guitar.”
“Ukuleles, mandolins, bongos and now, violins and cellos ... what in heaven’s name is happening in my world?” Paul drily said as he tossed his hands in various directions on each spoken instrument. He lifted both of his arms up as he jokingly asked his rhetorical question.
“Pretty soon, oh brother of mine...” Cathy added in her best dry voice, “we’ll be a pure country band!” Try as she may, Cathy wasn’t near as good as her twin brother at keeping her emotions in check for comedic purposes as she laughed out the concluding statement.
“God! Just shoot me now, will you, Cuda?” Paul fired off as he collapsed down onto his knees.
“Speaking of country songs...” I said with a smile, and let that phrase hang out there as I winked at Cathy. That short statement served its purpose as Paul simply groaned a little more and pretended to tie a noose around his neck to hang himself.
“May I see your guitar?” Dr. Kharlamov softly asked towards me, which served to refocus our merry band of humorists back into being a regular band. Dr. K and I swapped my six-string for Sammy’s twelve-string guitar. As I was about to hand Sammy her guitar back, Dr. Kharlamov said, “You play twelve-string, yes, Koo-da?”
“Yes, Ma’am, I can play a twelve,” I replied. I then looked at Sammy, who immediately motioned for me to keep her guitar.
As this was going on, Jennifer lifted her Blueberry Fierro twelve-string out of its case and lightly strummed her pride and joy. Dr. Kharlamov immediately instructed Jennifer to make a slight decrease to her Treble-G string and a slight increase in the Octave-G string.
“Much perfect,” she said to Jennifer after the beautiful brunette ran her guitar-pick over the adjusted strings.
“You know ‘dis song. Join in when able, please,” Viktoriya said towards me, Lynette and Jennifer as she strummed my six-string guitar to get a feel for the fretboard and its sound quality. She then surprised me by saying, “You sing, Koo-da.”
I was afraid that Sammy would be slightly peeved at having her guitar usurped, but she was all smiles as she watched Toxic’s mother adjust my guitar on her right thigh. After she was satisfied with the guitar’s position, Dr. Kharlamov said to all of us, “Song in ‘B-minor’, yes.”
When Dr. K first started to play, I struggled to identify the song as she fingered out a beautiful, but still unknown melody. After twenty-five seconds, she stopped playing her guitar, and looked at Cathy, who had placed the tri-set of bongos across her lap. Dr. Kharlamov then lightly tapped out a rhythm on the body and sides of my six-string for Cathy. Our raven-haired percussionist quickly picked up on the rhythms that Dr. K wanted for this song, and lightly generated it for her.
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