This Could Have Been Our Song! A coulda
woulda shoulda ballad…
Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
Love can be such a “coulda, woulda, shoulda” song sometimes…Lucia Mpobo-Riddell could have been a dancer like the rest of women of her family but instead she chose music. Marcus Grant could have been a doctor like the rest of his family but instead he chose music. She also could have not fallen for Marcus on her birthday but she did. And Marcus, he could have told Lucia the truth about his real reason for being in Toronto that night, but he didn’t. Now they have to deal with big reveals and consequences: Marcus almost stealing her job and being force to work on an album together. Marcus, because he couldn’t swallow his pride, leaves Toronto and goes home to London. Lucia, because she just couldn’t give up on her first amazing opportunity to produce a whole album. And to complicate the situation further, the band they’re working for is not the easiest one. Mary Gillis, Marcus’ on and off flame, still has a hold on him. Greg McMullen, Lucia’s close friend and former dance partner is back in town and has been in love with her for years. Then there’s Marcus and Lucia, in the middle of their own a professional and personal tug-of- war with each over and the rest of thworld. But maybe things could still work out… All things considered, this could have been one heck of a love song!
Someone grabs my arm and pulls me back in the private alley leading to the washroom. It’s Marcus. He pulls me tight against him and kisses me.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” he moans in between kisses. His hands are caressing my face, my neck.
I gently push him off me and switch our position, putting my back on the wall and grabbing his jacket. He lowers his head to my neck and caresses it with his nose. If I keep moaning any louder we’re going to attract attention. Out of the blue, Marcus is carrying me, wrapping my legs around his thighs. We both laugh. To say that we have both lost our minds is an understatement. My hands have been under his shirt; I’m not really sure how we could even be standing right now.
He slowly puts me down and says, “Lucia, what have you done to me?”
I try to fix myself up. “I was about to ask you the same thing.” I give him a quick kiss. Then another one and another one. “Okay, stay away from me please…” I whisper. I laugh and grab his hand and lead him back to the party.
As predicted, the dance floor is full of dancers showing off their skills. I search for Beesly and find her, Callia and Lloyd in what seems to be a very interesting conversation. We are about to join them when “Hot N Cold” by Katy Perry starts.
“I’ll be right back,” I say, releasing his hand.
I join Noor, Andrew and the rest of the dancers. This is one of those routines we all know and have to do every time the song is on, flash-mob style. I see Nella a couple rows ahead of me with John doing the routine. As I’m dancing I check up on Marcus; he’s sitting next to Beesly, cheering us on. After the song, I hug Noor and go back to Marcus but he meets me halfway.
“We’re leaving,” he says, taking my hand. “I have your purse.”
“But the music is just getting good,” I insincerely pout. I move my head to the “Part Time Lover” beats.
“Are you serious?” he says. I nod. “Alright, one more song then we’re on our way. We need to…talk, remember?”
I drag him on the dance floor with me. “Okay, RAM boy,” I say, putting my arms around his neck. I guess the cat is out of the bag now.
This Would Have Been Our Song! Catchy tunes and dancers’ tales
This would have been their perfect love song…
Is he going for a kiss? I don’t think I can stop him because I really need to be kissed right now. He’s slowly, very lazily, moves up my chin. I almost want to jump up to get it started but I don’t.
When our lips finally touch, two things run through my mind: two years, five months and three days since our last kiss. The fact that I know that from the top of my head isn’t even scaring me. And… he’s bursting that fake life bubble! But Marcus isn’t content with messing up my life balance again. Because stupid me is responding to this…amazing, earthshattering kiss like my life depends on it. The more he demands of me, the more I’m giving away. We moan, we whimper, we suck each other’s lips and tongues… I somehow get pulled up over Stanford’s desk and my legs somehow find themselves…where the heck are my legs? There they are, nicely cradling Marcus. One of us is going to need to come up for air soon, says the one who has her hands so tightly tangled in Marcus’ hair, I don’t think he could escape even if he wanted to. But I guess I’m a better swimmer than he is because he’s the one ending the kiss, says the girl with an engagement ring on her finger!
We are so out of breath, Marcus has to pull back and sits across the room. He looks angry, horny, sad and frustrated all at the same time and it’s a damn sexy look for Just Marcus… he gives his best cocky smile to date. “So Meme, shall we go find your daughter?”
“…” Nothing is coming out… I can’t talk. I can’t freaking speak. I slide down the desk. This is a proud moment for me. My engagement ring is burning my hand… but it could all be in my head.
“Luce are you all right?” he asks now genuinely concerned.
“…” I’m pathetic. Marcus has rendered me speechless. Glasgow looks like the place to be right about now. I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks. Guilt…
“Love…no, please don’t cry. I should have known better than kissing you, in your state,” he says coming back to me. I’m pretty sure he’s going to kiss me again at least to stop me from crying like an idiot. But unfortunately… he sticks to my forehead. “I’m sorry.”
“…” I just rest my heard on his chest. We understand each over.