《Deep In The Heart 2019》Chapter 27: Denton (April 25-26, 1997)

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It is a most pleasant Friday morning. The other band members are sleeping in right now, but I chose to take a trip down to the local Hastings and browse through the music section. There is almost nobody here, perhaps because it is so early. Now that I have finished my leisurely browse, I make my way over to the checkout.

There are not many employees here, either. Only one checkout lane is open. The attendant is a woman, who looks to also be college age. She is very pretty. Her hair is naturally red, and hangs down neatly to below her shoulders. The morning sun coming in through the front windows gives it a mesmerizing glint. I think she’s someone I may want to get to know a little.

“Good morning,” I say, as I set my two selected CD cases down on the counter.

“Mornin’,” she says sleepily. I watch her face as she scans my items. Foxtrot- I wanted to see what the digitally remastered version was like- and Kind of Blue. Her bleary eyes open slightly more when she sees Kind of Blue, and she stops for a moment.

“You like jazz?” She asks.

“I sure do. Are you familiar with that album?”

“Yeah. Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Cannonball Adderley, Paul Chambers, Bill Evans, Jimmy Cobb.”

“Correct. I already own it on vinyl, but I wanted something to listen to in the car.”

“Good man. I don’t care if it’s obsolete, vinyl has the best sound. Nothing’s going to change that.”

She finally scans the bar and sets it into the bag with Foxtrot. I look to the right- nobody is around. Nobody to be angry if I hold up the line.

“By any chance, miss, are you planning on being at the Denton Arts and Jazz Festival tomorrow?” I ask.

“Yes! Are you?”

“I sure am. I will be performing with the UC-Berkeley Jazz Ensemble.”

Her eyes are fully open now. “Pretty well-known jazz program there, right?”

“I suppose so. We’ve graduated Branford and Delfeayo Marsalis, Roy Hargrove, Quincy Jones, Ingrid Jenson, and Toshiko Akiyoshi, to name just a few.”

“Composer of ‘Hiroshima: Rising From the Ashes’?”

“The very same.”

“You had that all memorized?”

“Yep.”

“What’s your major there? Jazz?”

“Yep.”

There’s a twinkle in her eyes. “I’m attending TCU right now. I’m doing music education.”

“Very respectable.”

“I love jazz, though. I hope I get hired somewhere with a program. What do you play?”

“Trombone.”

“Nice. I’m a sax player myself.”

“Who’s your favorite player?”

“Oh, I don’t know… I love Coltrane. Recently, I’ve been listening to Sonny Rollins.”

“You know, on Kind of Blue, everyone always talks about ‘So What,’ and ‘All Blues,’ but I’m really partial to ‘Flamenco Sketches’ myself.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Some really excellent soloing on that track. It’s beautiful.”

“It’s underrated. I’m with you.”

There’s a brief pause. She fumbles around a bit as she tries to finally log my order. I think I got her.

“When you playing tomorrow?” She asks.

“11 AM. Celebration Stage.”

“Cool… I think I’ll try and go watch.”

“That would be excellent. I appreciate it.”

She grins at me, a little bit of pink in her cheeks. “See you tomorrow, then.”

“See you. By the way… what is your name?”

“Alyssa.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Gregg.”

The next day…

The Celebration Stage is in a nice, open grassy area, somewhat removed from the rest of the festival. It’s near what appears to be some sort of city hall building, which is currently deserted.

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The UC-Berkeley band is dressed in all black. Greg is sitting second from the left in the trombone row, in the lead bone position. He looks pretty dashing in his button up, and he seems to have used some hairspray for the occasion. I occasionally glance at him during the performance. I wonder if he sees me in the crowd? I’m sitting on the ground in my best pair of denim, a green sleeved crop top, and a pair of pink-tinted sunglasses. Usually not my thing, but I want to look trendy for today.

In the third tune, he has a solo. It’s a tune I hadn’t heard before. It has a hard rock beat, and an intense sound, as it utilizes a lot of half-step chord changes. He plays his solo with such power… it’s not what you’d expect from such a soft spoken man. It’s amazing how someone’s personality can change when you put an instrument to their face.

After the concert, I decide to go meet him backstage to see if he recognizes me from yesterday.

The scene I am met with is quite interesting. I see various band members putting away their instruments, the cases scattered across the field. I see Greg putting away his trombone next to a blonde girl I recognize as the lead trumpet player, who… appears to be in the middle of getting high. I don’t know what she’s smoking, but I’m certain it’s illegal. Hopefully it’s just weed. It’s a shame- she’s really, really beautiful. She’s got flowing blonde hair and such a nice figure. She looks like she should be modelling for Playboy, not playing lead trumpet. It’s such a waste for a girl that good looking to be on drugs.

As I get closer, I hear that the two are embroiled in conversation.

“…hope that nobody sees you,” Greg is saying. “You’ve got a real future, Sarah. You don’t want to throw it away while you’re still in college.”

“Eh, it’s a jazz festival. Nobody cares,” Sarah says in her defense. Still holding her trumpet in her other hand, she takes another hit.

Greg finishes putting his horn up, and looks up and notices me. I see his eyes briefly pause before reaching my face- yes! That’s a score.

“Oh! Alyssa, wasn’t it? Thank you for coming out.”

“You’re welcome. You guys did amazing. I really liked your solo.”

“Thank you very much for that.”

“Hmm, so you know this girl?” Sarah interjects into the conversation. “Looks like your luck is finally gonna pick up again…”

“This is my friend, Sarah,” Greg says, gesturing at her. “She’s quite a skilled trumpet player.”

“Oh yes, I heard her,” I say. “You sounded radical.”

“Oh, no I didn’t. I could’ve done a much better show than that,” she says, sighing.

“Anyways… I’m going to go put my horn back in the van. When I am done with that, you are welcome to come with me.”

“Ooh, yes… I would like that,” I say. He grins at me, and then makes his way to the parking lot.

“Girl… you don’t want to bother with him,” another voice says from behind me.

I turn around and see a pretty black girl with wavy hair stuffing some drum sticks into a bag. “He’s got an… antiquated view of the world. You’re too pretty to get caught up in that.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?” I ask, annoyed, but also blushing a bit despite myself.

“Well, hold on there, Yvonne. I think there’s probably a reason he’s going after this Texas girl.” I turn to my right to see yet another woman accosting me. This one is a brunette who’s holding nothing but a folder. Her face looks off for some reason- like it’s stretched further than it’s supposed to be. And that’s on top of the fact that she’s clearly cranky about something.

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“Excuse me, may I help you?” I ask her, bristling.

“Yeah… let me guess. You grew up in Bumdale, Texas, population 10; you pretend that you’re some sort of rebel, when deep down you’re still clinging to mommy and daddy’s religion; and you went to college to find a man to save you from yourself.”

“You don’t know anything about me. I’ll have you know I grew up in Thorndale,” I retort.

“You see? This is exactly the girl of simpleminded girl who is perfect for our Gregg…”

“Simple-minded, huh? Well, if you’re so sure you’re smarter than me, how’s your GPA doing? Mine’s currently hovering around a 3.8…”

Apparently, her GPA isn’t very good, because she just glared at me and walked away at that. Yvonne followed suit, picking up her cymbal bag and walking back to the set, shaking her head.

I glance back at Sarah. She hasn’t moved an inch, she’s just been standing there watching that little argument with great amusement, still getting stoned.

“Um… so, what exactly did this guy do to get these girls so angry?” I ask her.

Sarah chuckles. “Nothing- those two are just being rude bitches. That first girl? Yvonne? Gregg dumped her because she cheated on him. The second one dumped him because he didn’t want to join the Communist Party.”

I laugh out loud. I feel so stupid that I was actually worried for a moment. Like I need the advice of lunatics like that.

Anyways, Greg returns from putting his horn up, and we awkwardly set out to travel the fair. However, when we have just passed by the stage, a man approaches us from the crowd. He looks to be a little bit older than us- he’s got rounder jawline and a neatly trimmed, but bodied, hair.

“Excellent job out there!” He says, shaking Greg’s hand. “That was my composition you soloed on.”

“Oh, you mean ‘On the Edge?’ You must be Steve Wiest!” Greg replies enthusiastically. “He played with Maynard!” he says to me in a low voice. “Superb trombonist and composer.”

“Mr. Wiest, did you know Dennis DiBlasio while with the Ferguson band?” I ask him out of curiosity.

He laughs. “Oh yeah, I knew him… he was practically my first wife!”

We go on to have an incredible day together. Listening to more jazz… talking more about jazz… eating funnel cake... looking through the art gallery… then, of course, we go to the Showcase Stage to watch the legendary UNT One o’ Clock Lab Band. Like the rest of the festival, there aren’t really any chairs, but there is a sort of strange cement structure near the stage that people can sit on. Due to the tight space, we have to sit with our thighs touching…

After it is over, we decide to go find a nice place away from the crowd. By this time, it is dark out.

“Oh, that was simply incredible,” he says as we walk.

“Oh yeah. The experience of a lifetime.”

“I have heard them many times on recordings, but live… it’s a totally new experience.”

“Oh yeah. You can’t beat live.”

We arrive at a fairly secluded little spot, in between an unused civic building and a tree.

“Hey… let’s stop here for a minute,” I say, trying not to sound too nervous or excited.

“Okay.”

He slides down the brick until he is sitting in the grass. I sit sideways across his lap and we lock arms. I feel like I’m about to start shaking…

“It’s been really nice hanging out with you today,” he tells me.

“Yes… It has been very nice.”

He just kind of sits there and grins at me. Not much of an instigator, huh?

Trying to be braver than I felt, I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

He’s actually pretty good. It’s been so long since I’ve kissed someone. The last time was… the last time I saw…

I involuntarily back away. Something must have shown on my face, because he asks me, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. It’s been a while since I’ve done this.”

“It’s been a little while for me too, now that I think of it.”

“I haven’t had a boyfriend since high school. I was with this boy named Lucas… he was so smart, so passionate about helping the world, and fighting against evil… but he also had some serious mental problems. I tried to get him to get help, but…”

I shake my head. “I’m sorry. You probably don’t want to hear about this.”

“Oh no, I don’t mind. I have my fair share of regrets in life, trust me.”

We’re quiet for a moment.

“I really do like you,” he tells me. “It’s just… you know. It’s a shame that…”

“We live in different states. Yeah.”

“Well… I do graduate in a month,” he says. “I could be talked into coming down here…”

However, I shake my head. “No. I don’t want to live in Texas for a little while.”

“Oh? Is that so?”

“Yeah.”

“May I ask why?”

I let out a hefty sigh. How can I explain it… I shouldn’t tell him everything just now. But I need to impress on him that it’s important for me to disappear for a little while.

“Just… too many bad memories down here,” I tell him, which is true. “I’m not on great terms with my family, and my friends have all… scattered to the wind. There’s nothing left for me here. I’ll come with you, back to California.”

“Hmm… Are you going to be finishing your degree this semester as well?”

“No… I still have one more year, in theory.”

He gets stern with me. “Hold on there, Alyssa. I know we’ve been going 0 to 90 today, and I’m mostly okay with that… but you should not abandon your education just to run off with me. I’m not worth that. Stay one more year and finish, then you can leave if you wish.”

Damn it... How can I get him to understand?

“No, I’m leaving after this semester. I already decided, this isn’t just because of you. I can’t be here any longer. No matter what, I’m going to be leaving the state for somewhere. You might as well tell me where you’re going to be living after college.”

“I can’t imagine what is making you want to skip finishing your degree. Think about your career prospects.”

“I don’t need a degree to gig.”

“But working in education is much steadier. Why would you…”

I can’t hold it back any more. Before I can stop myself, I’m crying.

When he sees that I am, he stops talking. After a few moments, he wraps an arm around me uncertainly. “Alyssa…?”’

I take a few deep breaths and starting talking. “Look, I know that this sounds really stupid. I don’t expect you to understand. But I just… have to get out of here. I have to.

“I grew up with very… controlling parents. And it was a very deeply religious household. And, you know… that can be a really good thing, I think… I don’t know where you lie as far as that stuff goes… but there’s just some aspects of their personal philosophies which I just… Can’t. Accept.”

I look at him, trying to see his reaction. He just looks very… thoughtful.

“I… was also raised in a pretty religious household. I regret to say that I’ve fallen off a bit in college. But… I can imagine what you mean.”

“I just… I can’t accept that I was put on this Earth for the sole purpose of plopping out a few kids, then spending the rest of my life cleaning a house… I just feel it innately that I was meant for… something more. Not that there’s anything wrong with family life, but…”

“I agree. I think you were absolutely meant for something more than that,” Greg says. “You’re a very remarkable woman.”

“Thank you…”

“And you know, I don’t believe anybody should have their life path decided for them… especially based on things like that. Not by other humans, at least.”

“Yes. I’m so glad that you understand me.”

“And you know… I too have some… well, there’s room for… in certain parts of the…”

He seems to have lost his train of thought. He just stares at the tree for a while, with a vacant expression.

“…Well, I shouldn’t say any more,” he says at last. “Anyways… if you’re dead set on leaving… you can come and find me. I’m planning on living in a little city called Concord, a bit further upstate. It’s in a location that is close to a few different major urban centers, so there will be plenty of performance opportunities. I already have an apartment shopped out… Do you have a pencil and paper?”

I take a notepad I carry around in my purse and hand it to him. He writes down an address.

“Thank you… thank you so much,” I tell him. “I know this is really fast, but…”

But what? Somehow, I just really feel like doing this is the right thing, as illogical as it seems. Maybe it’s the Holy Spirit. Maybe it’s just my own delusions. I suppose only time will tell.

“Well, in that case… I guess I may be seeing you soon,” he tells me. “But goodbye for now… unless…”

“Unless what?”

“Unless… you’d like to stay here and enjoy the night a little while longer?”

I grin at him. “Yeah… I’d like that.”

I get back onto his lap, but this time, I put my knees on either side of him and face straight towards him.

I meet his lips once again. He is a pretty good kisser. I put my hands on his shoulder. He puts his on my hips, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up… I think I feel something poking me…

What happens next? That’s for me to know, and for you to guess.

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