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Chapt 3

The alarm blared and like every morning Jack rolled over to shut off the loud ringing in his ears. Realizing it was Wednesday he laid back flat on his pillow with his hands behind his head and thought about her again. Wednesday was the night she would come down to the bar and see him. Wednesday was the night of the week they met. Week after week he would find himself distracted behind the bar with an eye on the door or the clock. Once she arrived all he cared about was what she was doing or whom she was speaking too. Dayna was the kind of girl he has always dreamed of being with. She had such a free spirit, laughed all the time, and was so carefree about thing Jack found himself so concerned with.  Twice a month the bar would have open mic night and on those nights working the bar was nearly impossible for him. Hearing her sing was the biggest distraction. His feelings for Dayna were like the greatest high school crush. That feeling you have the first time you fall for someone; the chemistry, the dizziness, the build up.  Jack was completely diverted from his costumers and the way it swept over him was reminiscent of a real high school crush he had on Jackie Santorino in 11^th grade. Both women made him feel nervous and hot with an uncontrollable feeling he could not describe especially when she stepped up to the mic. Dayna had a voice that could sing just about anything. She could play a sexy lower register to sing standards or slow rock tunes. She could do a rock raspy feel or slide up to those high notes with the perfect sound of a bell. Jack’s biggest weakness were any ballads she chose but one inparticular was the song Fields of Gold by Sting. She cranked out this slow sultry version that would soothe him if only she could serenade him to sleep. It reminded him of his Mother who came literally off the boat from Ireland and she had past away a year prior to meeting Dayna. When he woke up on that Wednesday, an image of Dayna’s face is all that he could see as if he was dreaming awake. When he awoke this deep in it the day always dragged and when he got to the bar he would obsessively wonder if it would be the night she walked in again. It had been close to 9 months since the last time he was blessed by her face and he was afraid how long he could hold on to the images that haunted him.  

 

 

Around 9pm Jack was serving drinks as he typically did to all the regulars. It was not too busy but it certainly was not the slowest night. It was an open mic night so many of her aquaintances were there.  Jack started washing some glasses on down time and when he heard the heavy front door open he looked up to see if it was her. Something in his gut was not letting it go this time. However it was just Craig, a local that came in often and also knew her quite well. “Hey Craig, How was it down at Nicky’s?” Jack asked as he sat down. Craig and Jack had a mutual friend Nicky who owned the bar down the street. “Nicky’s is slow tonight. He’s coming down in a little bit. But there was this girl who looked so much like Dayna. Jack, where is Dayna? Have not seen that one in so long. Have you spoken to here?”  Jack felt his stomach drop as if Craig was asking because he knew that she is all that he has been thinking about lately. Craig was friends with Dayna from her coming down all the time. He had a special name that he called her, Song Bird because to Craig she had the most enchanting voice of anyone that had ever come around those parts. “Well, Craig, I think she may have joined the peace core. I know she was talking about going to Tanzania to help people so it is possible that she really went.”  Jack was not lying, he was not sure what to say and this is what he wanted to believe is true. Dayna talked about going around the world to make a difference and wanted to be in a place like Tanzania or somewhere in Africa, so believing that was much less painful then believing that she is out there and just not coming around. Besides who would believe it; Dayna loved Jack more then anyone could ever love anyone.