OWB Challenge: Our Song

At Oklahoma Women Bloggers, I'm participating in the "For The Love Of Blogging" challenge and today's challenge is all about music.

The very first night Brian and I spent together, we spent it outside on the concrete. We had been dating about two months, when our small city announced that country super star Vince Gill would be performing at our football stadium. The weekend of the concert, Brian and I already had plans. We had friends, however, that wanted to go, but had plans the weekend tickets went on sale. Brian and I graciously took their money and skipped town. No ... not really. We said we'd gladly spend our Friday night waiting in line to buy tickets for them first thing Saturday morning.


We were about twenty people from the front of the line at 7:00pm. We hadn't eaten dinner (because we weren't big planners then--we were in love), so we called someone to bring us dinner. Then we spent the rest of the night  deciding what our song would be.

Most people have an experience--a special dance, a certain song on the radio, music played on the muzak over a romantic dinner. We were not most people. The radio station sponsoring the concert was providing us with 24-hour tunes. Our obvious choice would have been a Vince Gill song. But we weren't really impressed with his current songs, otherwise, we would have changed our plans and gone to his concert.

As the evening progressed, we'd hear a song on the radio and think that would be our song, "It's Your Love" by Faith and Tim held the spot until "Carrying Your Love With Me" by George Straight came on. Then Trisha and Garth sang "In Another's Eyes" and we decided that would be our song. We also bet that they had a little something going on behind the scenes. (Bam! Called that one.)

This difficult discussion went on all night. We lay on the concrete in each other's arms and crooned, "Oh ... this song ... it's our song ..." Then, about 4:30am, a car drove by and threw a few fire crackers into the crowd, one landed right beside us--or at least twenty yards away. It was like we were in a war zone, I tell ya.

"Ohmygoodness!" I gasped, "Are you okay?" I asked Brian as he grabbed me by the shoulders and gave me a once over to make sure I had survived intact. Neither of us had ever been in a life-or-death situation before, and those fireworks had certainly given us cause to stand at death's door. We grabbed up the single Black Cat in case the CSI needed it for evidence (they didn't), and then we fell into each other's arms again. We had escaped death. This time.

The radio, even though we were under fire, never stopped cranking out the C & W tunes. The very next song they played after our air assault was "How Do I Live." That was to be our song. We spent the next hour debating whether we wanted the Trisha Yearwood or the LeAnn Rimes version. We settled on Trisha because we were secretly pulling for her and Garth and we didn't want a 12-year old to be singing our song.