Good day sunshine

Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine

I need to laugh, and when the sun is out
I’ve got something I can laugh about
I feel good in a special way
I’m in love, and it’s sunny day

Good day sunshine

Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine

We take a walk, the sun is shining down
Burns my feet as they touch the ground

Good day sunshine

Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine

And then we lie beneath a shady tree
I love her and she’s loving me
She feels good, she knows she’s looking fine
I’m so proud to know that she is mine

Good day sunshine

Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine

Good day sunshine

The song comes to and end with thunderous applause, and she introduces herself.

“Hey everyone! My name is Ashley, and I’m here to play a few songs for you. That one right there was called “Good Day Sunshine” by the Beatles. I just want to say a quick thank you to the Rainbow House for having me play tonight. I’m really glad to have this opportunity. I also want to thank all of you for coming out to see me, and I hope you have a great time. This next song is one I wrote a few years ago. It’s called ‘Back on the Shelf.’”

She plays the song from Open Mic Night, and it’s as beautiful as I remember it. She plays a few more songs; a mixture of originals and covers, each one met with loud clapping and cheers from the crowd.

“Ok guys, this is going to be my last one. I wrote this song last week for a beautiful girl that I met. I played it for her at a show I did at her bar not too far from here, and that beautiful girl is now my beautiful girlfriend. So I’d like to dedicate this song to her. It’s called ‘Chance.’” I blush as a chorus of ‘awws’ comes from the audience.

She plays the song she wrote for me, and I feel the same excitement I did on that same night, exactly one week ago. Her eyes are on me as she sings every word. When she finishes, more than half the crowd stands up and cheers for her.

“Thanks a lot for coming out! Have a great night!”

She grabs her guitar and hops down off the stage. After placing her guitar in its leather case, she walks over to our table and takes a seat next to me. She places a quick kiss on my cheek before being bombarded with praise on her performance. We stay a few more hours, watching the other performers, having a few drinks, and talking about many things. And the whole time, her hand is in mine.

As the night wears on, I push out my fears of jumping into this relationship with her, and realize that right where I am is where I want to be.