Written for Friday Fictioneers. My story follows the picture prompt. You can find more stories by clicking on the blue frog at the end of the post.
I was a sixteen year old keyboard player when you walked into the room. The bassist made it very clear you were his. My hands trembled so much during the recording session we could not finish the song.
I came to know you as a free-spirited tall blond beauty.
Only later did I learn you were a noted singer, vocal teacher, and artist on the California coast.
Some people said I choose your name for the song title because the Beatles had used Michelle.
But you know the truth don’t you Renee. You just had to walk away.