A/N: Hola! Hope everyone is enjoying this so far... The song I used in here is from the Quantum Leap soundtrack and is performed by Scott Bakula. I *really* thought it fit Curt and Arthur well, so I completely ignored the whole part about it where it's SO not Curt's style. Anyway, song lyrics are between //s. Please R+R!!
Chapter Nine
Sam felt like panicking. He was an experienced singer, true. But at least then, he'd known the music! Curt Wild was familiar, as was Brian Slade, since he had grown up in the seventies and pop culture seemed to be one of the only things his Swiss cheesed memory allowed him to recall with perfect clarity. But he didn't know the words or music to any of Curt's songs or any covers Curt would likely play…
Arthur's softly accented voice jolted him from his thought. "What are you going to play?"
"No clue. I completely forgot about this thing." He smiled. "Any requests?"
Arthur smiled. "I'm partial to TV Eye, myself. First thing I ever heard of yours."
Sam racked his brain for lyrics. "TV Eye it is," he said uncertainly, vaguely remembering a song with a lot of yelling and something about a cat.
They arrived at the club fifteen minutes later. It turned out they were early. The tall man that turned out to be Curt's lead guitarist gave him an odd look at his jeans and sweater look, but didn't comment on it- or on the young man that followed Curt then, then promptly found a seat at Mandy's table. What he did do was hand Sam a sheath of papers. "We got the music down on that new song you gave us. Here's your original… know how you hate to lose it," the guitarist said with a smile.
"Thanks, man," Sam said. As the guitarist turned away and went back to tuning his instrument, Sam looked over the lyrics. With his photographic memory, he quickly memorized them. At least that was one song he knew.
Sam stepped onto the stage with a sinking feeling. The patrons of the crowded club began to clap as the music started and Sam began his first (and hopefully last) concert as Curt Wild.
*
Curt was off.
Arthur noticed it right away. It wasn't obvious; you'd have to be a true fan or stickler for accuracy to discern the difference. Arthur was both, so as soon as Curt hit the chorus in TV Eye, he knew there was something up.
He was still amazing. He was Curt Wild, after all! The crowd cheered and so did he, entranced by the blond man.
It wasn't long before the last song began. It was slow, almost a ballad, not Curt's style. Arthur blinked and cocked his head, interested. Curt's voice was softer as he sang the opening words of the song, his eyes less troubled than they had been the last time Arthur had seen him perform.
//On the day I walked away
All the blue rolled into gray
Now In the dark alone I lay
Should have stopped but I could never ever stay
Somewhere in the night
Inside my dreams you burn so bright
And I'm with you there and everything's alright
Somewhere in the night
Before the darkness turns to light
Let me love you there
Somewhere in the night//
Arthur listened to the lyrics intently. It struck a chord in him. He could have written this song, about Curt.
//Second chances I won't get
Wouldn't dare to hope and yet
Everywhere I turn I see your silhouette
Been so long but I never will forget//
The chorus began again, and Arthur felt the slight wetness of tears enter his eyes. Could it be that Curt did remember him?
//Time and time I find I'm thinking about you
Up on the hill I see you still but I just can't reach
Who would answer your prayers?
Who would wait by the stairs?
Not me
Not me
Somewhere in the night
Inside my dreams you burn so bright
And I'm with you there and everything's alright
Somewhere in the night
Before the darkness turns to light
Let me see your face
Feel your warm embrace
Let me love you
Somewhere in the night//
The song ended, and Arthur pushed the wetness away from the corners of his eyes. He remembered. Arthur knew it in the pit of his stomach, could *feel* it.
Mandy was speaking; Arthur focused on her. "He's wonderful, isn't he?"
Arthur nodded, staring at the man on stage. "Yes, he is."
Chapter Nine
Sam felt like panicking. He was an experienced singer, true. But at least then, he'd known the music! Curt Wild was familiar, as was Brian Slade, since he had grown up in the seventies and pop culture seemed to be one of the only things his Swiss cheesed memory allowed him to recall with perfect clarity. But he didn't know the words or music to any of Curt's songs or any covers Curt would likely play…
Arthur's softly accented voice jolted him from his thought. "What are you going to play?"
"No clue. I completely forgot about this thing." He smiled. "Any requests?"
Arthur smiled. "I'm partial to TV Eye, myself. First thing I ever heard of yours."
Sam racked his brain for lyrics. "TV Eye it is," he said uncertainly, vaguely remembering a song with a lot of yelling and something about a cat.
They arrived at the club fifteen minutes later. It turned out they were early. The tall man that turned out to be Curt's lead guitarist gave him an odd look at his jeans and sweater look, but didn't comment on it- or on the young man that followed Curt then, then promptly found a seat at Mandy's table. What he did do was hand Sam a sheath of papers. "We got the music down on that new song you gave us. Here's your original… know how you hate to lose it," the guitarist said with a smile.
"Thanks, man," Sam said. As the guitarist turned away and went back to tuning his instrument, Sam looked over the lyrics. With his photographic memory, he quickly memorized them. At least that was one song he knew.
Sam stepped onto the stage with a sinking feeling. The patrons of the crowded club began to clap as the music started and Sam began his first (and hopefully last) concert as Curt Wild.
*
Curt was off.
Arthur noticed it right away. It wasn't obvious; you'd have to be a true fan or stickler for accuracy to discern the difference. Arthur was both, so as soon as Curt hit the chorus in TV Eye, he knew there was something up.
He was still amazing. He was Curt Wild, after all! The crowd cheered and so did he, entranced by the blond man.
It wasn't long before the last song began. It was slow, almost a ballad, not Curt's style. Arthur blinked and cocked his head, interested. Curt's voice was softer as he sang the opening words of the song, his eyes less troubled than they had been the last time Arthur had seen him perform.
//On the day I walked away
All the blue rolled into gray
Now In the dark alone I lay
Should have stopped but I could never ever stay
Somewhere in the night
Inside my dreams you burn so bright
And I'm with you there and everything's alright
Somewhere in the night
Before the darkness turns to light
Let me love you there
Somewhere in the night//
Arthur listened to the lyrics intently. It struck a chord in him. He could have written this song, about Curt.
//Second chances I won't get
Wouldn't dare to hope and yet
Everywhere I turn I see your silhouette
Been so long but I never will forget//
The chorus began again, and Arthur felt the slight wetness of tears enter his eyes. Could it be that Curt did remember him?
//Time and time I find I'm thinking about you
Up on the hill I see you still but I just can't reach
Who would answer your prayers?
Who would wait by the stairs?
Not me
Not me
Somewhere in the night
Inside my dreams you burn so bright
And I'm with you there and everything's alright
Somewhere in the night
Before the darkness turns to light
Let me see your face
Feel your warm embrace
Let me love you
Somewhere in the night//
The song ended, and Arthur pushed the wetness away from the corners of his eyes. He remembered. Arthur knew it in the pit of his stomach, could *feel* it.
Mandy was speaking; Arthur focused on her. "He's wonderful, isn't he?"
Arthur nodded, staring at the man on stage. "Yes, he is."