Portrait of a Romance…

I’m going to try something here that frankly, I’m challenged by and a bit intimidated to do as well. I like to think I have good ideas. I like to think I can write, somewhat okay. But there are plenty more times that I feel inept and I shouldn’t even bother. There are people out there I know and I don’t know, that are far better than I.

I don’t possess a stellar vocabulary, I don’t read as much as I should which would surely help with that deficiency, I’m aware. I feel embarrassed to write publicly because I subject myself to analysis and criticism by doing so in this type of environment.

I’m a simpleton from my own perspective on it. I write simply with words any grade school person could understand, nothing fancy, no profound usage of language or vast knowledge of various subjects. I just write what I know and feel.

Music has always been a significant driver of my imaginative thoughts. It brings me peace, it calms my mind…it helps me see things like those old days of MTV and the vignettes you could watch to promote some new groups top song. I see these things play out in front of me like I’m sitting in a movie theater or just as plain as casually walking through a day of life.

And so it is with this piece of music I found while riding in my car one day and I had some Pandora playlists queued up and this song, Stand Tall, came up to play. What can I say? It immediately painted one of the most charming, romantic visions I’ve had of late. It made me weep during it…it made me smile…but mostly it made me feel the love in my heart that I want to have with, and give to, one very special someone.

In my decades old history, I once worked with musicians and film crews on music videos and so I have a little knowledge of the creative process that goes into making those things and I’ve always fantasized being the director or producer of one or more some day. I doubt it’ll ever happen…but one can dream, right?

So please forgive me for what I’m about to share. I’ve never written a screenplay to anything, much less try to do that with a song and help you as the reader, see exactly what I see and feel in this. I’ll try. I’ll do what I can and as best I can, but it’ll be up to you to be the judge of it, of what you see…and if it matches closely or spot on to what I see in this. I always invite commentary, so let me know what you see.

I guess a little guidelines to listening and reading are in order. When I hear this piece, I feel the music and it’s ebbs and flows, right down to the higher pitched sounds and the more robust melodic lines as man and woman respectively. There’s actually a TED talk about that, BZ Music, how to feel the subtleties of music and how it can paint pictures in our minds. Do take a listen to it, for music is a mysterious art that only gets more beautiful when we open our minds and allow the music to show us the story it tells.

Oh…yes…I forgot…the man in this story is a very small man, partnered with a very, very tall woman.

So here goes…please be kind and gentle…I’m aware this will likely be laughable. To me it isn’t…I see in this something so amazing and so beautiful and I wish I could just record what my visions see and paste those here for you. It would save so much time. Maybe someday technology will allow us to do that.

As the music begins we see an ordinary man gathered with a group of his musician friends. They’re all smiling, with headphones on, an acoustic pianist…our protagonist…a drummer, another keyboard player, a vibraphonist and a bass player. They’re in what looks to be a recording studio and they’re speaking, smiling to one another muted to our ears…as the pianist counts off the piece and the music begins.

A flash of the drummers hands and sticks as he strikes the first beats, the bass players fingers strumming and our pianist getting it all started.

We see the pianist smiling as the music starts and his eyes close…he’s feeling the moment so intensely and emotionally…for this piece is for her! It’s written for her and about her and how he loves his life with her and the woman she is to him.

The scene now changes and we see the front door open but from floor level and two lovely feminine legs with stylish high heels take their strides in through the door. We only see them for a second from the shins down and then we see her from the backside, a full length view as she’s walking in from the door and away from the camera, toward a wall with a small 3-legged table against it. It’s where she keeps her car keys and anything she’s brought in from the mailbox. She’s smartly dressed from her day at work and exhausted from the long arduous hours. So many meetings, so many appointments and so much stress from the day that all she wants to do is relax and be taken away someplace where she can put the day behind her, put the week behind her, and think of nothing but him.

That’s when she sees on the table that’s supposed to be bare, for her keys and the mail… there’s an envelope, with two very small imprints on the V of the envelope’s seal…and a single solitary rose. We see her eyebrows raise as she views these two items on the small table and the pull of the corners to her mouth as the camera closes in and we see that the seal on the envelope are in fact two tiny footprints. And the card itself bears her name.

She gently bites her bottom lip and a soft loving smile grows as she reaches for the card and the rose and picks them up, drawing them both before her eyes, smelling the rose with a long hungry inhale, closing her eyes and smiling. Something catches her attention and as you’re listening to the music, there is a gentle downward cascade of the keys on the piano…and imagine if you will, our lovely lady has just seen something left behind…on purpose perhaps? It’s a small ladder leading up to the table top and it warms her heart as she’s amused inside at what it must have taken for her little man to have carried that Her-sized card and rose up the ladder to place it there. And now listen for the cascade as in my mind, she’s now trickling her fingers down along the rungs of that small ladder as if to see the moment through touch, of his little body climbing all those feet-to-him, to complete his objective for her.

She adores every thing small that he does and it only makes the moment more arousing and delightful for her…he’s washing away the stressful day she’s had…in the most wonderful way that makes her heart pound.

She’s feeling so flush and giddy in this moment, but she hasn’t opened the card yet. And when she does, the camera looks on over her shoulder to see that her man has bought her tickets to tonight’s performance at the Opera. She adores the Opera and doesn’t get to go very often…this is very special indeed. Her smile broadens to us as we can tell in her expression how happy she is, closing her eyes thinking of him…and she turns her head in the direction she knows where to find him.

We follow her now as she’s feeling so much love throbbing in her heart as she makes her way slowly up the stairs, moving along like she’s been drugged, her eyes in and out of soft sensual feelings, leaning against the wall as she slowly glides along it, moving up the stairs lyrically as if dancing to the music she hears him playing in her mind, entranced by it, by him…her knees are weak, her heart is beating fervently…she’s already forgotten about the tough day at work and she’s completely thinking of how deeply she adores her man and how he’s surprised her with a special night out.

(The music intertwines with the dancing of higher pitched notes and then more chordal answers to those high pitched twinkles…you see I feel the twinkles as the little man in this piece..and the more gorgeous chordal follow-ups representing her feminine personality. But what I love most…is how BOTH of those things combine so much in this, which represents to me how ONE the two of them are, always one…even if the one is very small and the other extraordinarily tall. Can you see and feel him dancing, twirling in some moments before her? Feeling the joy it is to belong to her? I hope you can.)

She reaches her dressing room where she’s placed her little love’s home…a dollhouse. She rises over it magnificently and we see that as she enters the room, the roof barely reaching to her knees. She’s so happy and she bends at the knees to lower herself down and peek in through one of the windows, where her little love’s makeshift recording studio is located and we see her big dark eye peer in. The corner of her nose, then the pillowy softness of her lips appears as she now smiles in at him and shows him the card and rose she picked up just moments ago.

Unable to hold back her giddiness, she sets the flower and card down and gently lifts the roof off his house and we see her from his vantage point while he’s in the studio playing to her. She now rests her great head so high above on her hands, her elbows resting on the floor as she smiles contentedly at him, listening to his little melody. Her eyes closing, a sweet smile drawn upon her as she listens and moves melodically, being soothed by what he’s composed for her alone.

She blows him a sweet lover’s kiss deciding now that she needs to get ready for their special night out at the Opera and she slowly, for his sake and view…rises up from her kneel. She knows how much he loves when she does that…and she enjoys showing him how tall he makes her feel, especially in this moment. She proudly stands over him and then exaggerates her walk just a little, just for him…to her towering closet. Slowly she undoes her attire from the day, letting him capture everything, feeling sexy and her heart aflame. She glances over her shoulder to ensure he’s watching her, and of course he is!

She changes into a beautiful dress, and then with her eyes upon his little studio so far down below, she strides by him on the way to her vanity, where she takes a seat to put on some finishing touches to her makeup, peering out of her eye every so often to ensure he’s always watching.

And of course, his watch has never left her! How can he not? She’s his world!

We see him gulp a little and then smile with every move she made in undressing and re-dressing and then her striding slowly past and above him. She’s everything to him and more!

But we’re not even close to being done yet. No.

Now that she’s all dressed, it’s her man that needs to get changed…but not before she gets to hear his beautiful solo piano work. And as the song builds to that moment, it’s as if she knows its coming and she wants ALL of his attention on her in that moment. Through the magic of film…suddenly all of his fellow recording mates are gone and it’s just the two of them now and she’s reached down into the little recording studio and she’s lifting her little love and his baby grand piano up and out of the dollhouse in the palm of her hand. Lifting him higher and higher as he begins to play for her. The smile on her face is beyond gorgeous, she’s enraptured by his lyrical music, the subtleties and nuances she perceives tickle her ears and all of her inner senses. She feels like she’s on fire inside, that she’s as tall as the clouds as he plays from the stage of her hand!

As he finishes she sets him back down on the vanity table top, her chin now supported in her cupped hand and with the other she motions to him with a fidgeting pointing finger that tells him silently, “you need to get dressed little mister!” He smiles and his cheeks turn a little flush and then she produces a small hand-made tuxedo for him to wear. He proudly takes it from her fingertips and begins to walk behind a few of her makeup bottles and she playfully blocks his path, wagging a corrective finger back and forth at him…“No, no, no little darling, I get to watch!” He puts his hands to his hips as if to argue with her finger that’s almost twice his height, but of course he’s just teasing and he submits happily, changing his clothes before her. He knows how much she adores him like this, beneath her, right down to his naked skin and then she teasingly takes that little tuxedo away from him just as he’s about to put it on! He loves it so much when he knows he’s made her feel so playful, feeling all of her giant nature.

She smiles and giggles at him with that look of lust in her eyes, “What?! you look perfect!”, and he looks up at her, again putting his hands to now bare hips, giving her a bit of an indignant look “hey!”…but then it quickly turns to a smile…“Ohhh you’re so irresistible!” he’s thinking, and he shakes his head and she smiles back at him, they both giggle of the moment they’re creating, and she gives him back his little elegant tux.

She loves to watch him dress and when he’s all done he looks as handsome as ever to her…he always looks handsome to her, no matter what he’s wearing…or not. Her head still cupped in her one hand, with the other she now reaches down to him, her index finger extended and gently pets him from the top of his little head, down the back of his neck, over his small shoulders, down his delicate spine, over his cute bottom and down his manly legs. We see his eyes flutter to the feel of her amazingly gentle touch, he always loves when she does that and creates those delicious goosebumps along his skin.

Now she lays her open hand to the table and he knows exactly what to do. Every moment of how she shows him her size just makes his insides melt to her. She slowly lifts her love standing so sturdy aboard her palm, up toward her radiant face. And then she leans in and gives him one of the softest, gentlest, most adoring and loving wall-sized kisses she’s ever given him. She lingers on it, closing her eyes in the moment and we can tell just how deeply she loves him, she’s touched by him and how happy she is to have him as hers!

And we see him stretch his small arms so wide to gather in her big pillowy lips, soft and smooth and delicate and he returns her loving kiss, turning his small head and plunging his cheek against her lips and kissing her back. It makes my eyes sweat just to see it all.

She pulls him away after that long loving kiss, admiring him adoringly and then lowers him, giving a glance with her smoldering eyes to where she intends to place him. The camera doesn’t acknowledge that place for us.

And then we see a full length view of her picking up a little matching clutch and she tucks it under her arm as she walks out of the room…dressed to the nines for a wonderful, magical night out for some dinner and the Opera, with her perfectly beautiful, loving little man.

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I don’t know if you will have seen this the way I have, and by the way, don’t let the music selection bore you. My tastes are very diverse and I’m simply posting this for the purpose of sharing the story this particular song showed my mind. As I said at the beginning, I don’t possess all the skills to write as well as many authors I’ve read from. I aspire to do better though and perhaps that will happen with more and more practice. My hope here is that you simply will have enjoyed what I shared and maybe you’ll see in the music what I saw. I still wish though, I had the money, skill and ability to write and produce my own vignette to this. It sure would be something for some of us that think about this sort of stuff, to enjoy seeing.

For now I’ll just say thank you for stopping by if you did and if you got something from this, I’m glad for that. Thank you!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2 thoughts on “Portrait of a Romance…

  1. Great blog entry, minuetto. A few things to say:

    1. I’m not down with asking anyone for forgiveness for writing what’s in your heart. Apologizing for sharing seems too much like asking for permission to exist. You already are there, and id you feel there’s any worth to your ideas, support them with conviction, and not tentatively.

    2. I’m also never going to ask anyone to be kind or gentle. As I’ve always maintained, fuck the fans. Love the fans, but fuck the fans. Their opinion is not important here. That’s not the same as saying their comments are not important… but to allow those views to have any sway beyond what encompasses helpful criticism? No.

    3. I can’t stand Smooth Jazz. I’m never going to listen to that type of music on my own, on purpose. But. Fuck my opinion. You like it, so that’s what counts. And yes, as you mentioned, your music tastes go up and down the spectrum.

    4. The rest of it all is hypnotically romantic, and I’m glad you made the time to write it all down. There should be a video produced of exactly that scene, and if there was, I know exactly the sort of people that would watch it. My people. My size people.

    5. Thank you for recounting this loving tale. It’s always my hope that somewhere, such a thing is happening to two people of those two sizes.

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  2. Thank you so much Undersquid, for your comments, your candor and advice. And thank you as well for your support and confidence! I’m very appreciative!

    It’s been a while since I’ve done this, but that’s no excuse, you’re right and I will work on being less apologetic and more assertive. And the same goes for #2, I value your views and positions on things and I’m in agreement with them. Thank you!

    I am shocked (no I’m not) to hear you can’t stand smooth jazz! Why it’s the most awesome, (cough) amazing, (oh please!) delicious music (oh my god you didn’t just say that!!) ever created! (Blechhhh!!)😜.

    Actually as a kid I grew up with mainstream jazz being played in my house, my father loved the old standards not this new kind of syrupy jazz and it’s not something I listen to very often at all, but this one song happened to come up in the queue and it wasn’t even a “smooth jazz” station…anyway, the minute it began I got that vibe, saw this lovely romantic scene unfold as clear as day in my head. Go figure, I don’t pick em, they just happen like that sometimes and it has nothing to do with my particular interest in music genre, but more with how the melodic and or rhythmic patterns paint scenery in my mind.

    And thank you so much for what you’ve said here about the story itself. It sure is a very beautiful vignette in my mind and man it would be something to see it, heck, experience it in vivid reality! It feels so sweet, loving and romantic.

    And I share your hopes that somewhere, somehow two people of such differences in size are enjoying such a moment and life. Hell yes!!

    Thank you very much for everything you’ve said here! I’m very glad you enjoyed it and for your encouragement! 😊

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