Deirdre smiled, wiping her eyes, as she nodded. She listened to that song nearly every day, and loved it.
“Without further adieu, mes aimes have more great music for you. Join us in celebrating this special night. And if Fred and Deirdre recall, this is the anniversary of the first time I met them, and was welcomed into their home and family.”
The evening progressed with a variety of music that Deirdre and Fred loved. After they ate, they joined others on the dance floor, to one side of the stage. Near the end of the program, Eoin took his place center stage once more, now dressed as Angelique.
“This is the last dance of the night, ladies and gentlemen. Your boys tell me this is the first song you ever danced to as husband and wife. I hope they’re right, or I’m going to look like a fool.”
The introduction began, and Deirdre burst into happy tears. This was their song, the first time they made love, it was playing, and they chose it as their first dance at their wedding. Eoin did the old Otis Redding song, I’ve Been Loving You, great justice. His voice rose and fell, alternately crooning and growling out the words.
The audience went wild once more, demanding an encore. Eoin grinned at Deirdre.
“I’ve got the perfect song in mind, but I need help. You lot,” he pointed to Fred and Deirdre. “You come up and help me.”
She’d had just enough alcohol to think it would be fun. They were helped onto the stage as the bass and drum began. Eoin took the first verse without telling them the song, but both of them recognized it. Their voices joined his on the chorus, and they sang the unedited version of Space Lord by Monster Magnet. By the second chorus, the entire audience joined them on, “Space Lord Mother f**ker!”
Eoin and Deirdre did a silly, sexy dance. Not to be left out, Fred turned her around to face him, and continued the seductive dance with her. When the song ended, he pulled her close, kissing her deeply. Giddy and lightheaded, Deirdre clung to him as their kiss continued.
They didn’t hear the thunderous applause, or the cheering, for a good minute. Once Eoin cleared his throat twice, and tapped Fred’s shoulder, they came up for air. Blushing and finger combing her hair, Deirdre was persuaded to take a bow. Fred’s was more awkward, but they both made a good showing for themselves.
They followed Eoin and the others off stage, where they were hugged and kissed by the cast and crew. Everyone congratulated them on their performance, and several offered them a job. Politely declining, they finally were able to follow Eoin to his dressing room. He went behind a screen to change, while they sat and talked to him.
“Did you like the show?”
“It was fabulous! How did you know what songs to pick?”
“You sing a lot around the house, and I’ve seen what you posted on Facebook. Also, your boys were a fountain of information. What about the encore?” He came around the screen, dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, still with his Angelique face on. Sitting at the makeup table, he proceeded to remove this as they talked.
“It was f**king perfect,” Fred declared. “I love that song. I don’t know why, but I do. Embarrasses the hell out of our boys, perhaps that’s why?” He winked at his wife.
“You’ll be all right on the road? Didn’t drink too much?”
“Yes, Mum. I know my limits.”
“Good, I don’t have to take your keys and lecture.” Once his face was clean, he turned around with a grin. “I’ve asked Fonda to move in with me. I wanted you to be the first to know.”
“That’s fantastic! We’re so happy for you!” Deirdre said, smiling.
“I couldn’t have gotten to this point without the two of you. You have done more for me than my own parents. I want to ask her to marry me, but that can wait a bit. We need to get used to this first. We are having a house warming in a couple weeks, and you lot will have to be there.”
“Absolutely. You’re both invited for Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years!” Deirdre said, bouncing with glee.
“One holiday at a time, but yes. We’ve neither of us any family but you. It means so much to us both that you’ve adopted us. Thank you.”
“You’re family,” Fred said. “Son of our hearts.”
They said their final farewells and drove home. Deirdre chattered happily, recapping the evening. Eventually, she realized that Fred wasn’t saying much.
© 2019 Dellani Oakes