Chapter 1--Current Thoughts

La Dodo La Do--Celine Dion


La do do la do
Deux doigts sur un piano
Ce vieux piano a bon dos
Me suivre dans mes reves
Ce n'est pas de tout repos

Sur les touches noires
Je mets mon desespoir
Ou bien je gare
Mes problemes

C'est sur les touches blanches
Que je range
Mes (Je t'aime)


Alors ce piano-la
Ne sait plus ou il va
Il pleure ou bien il rit
Ou les deux a la fois
Il fait des tremolos
Il est juste il est faux

Il melange tout
Le pire et le meilleur
Il colle bout a bout
Mineur et puis majeur
Il cogne un peu trop fort
Et se trompe d'accord

La do do la do
Je joue pianissimo
En revant d'un inconnu
Qui pour la vie entiere
Me fera faire
Un pas de plus


Je n'ai que deux mains
Mais l'air que j'aime bien
Ne se joue qu'a quatre mains
Mais pourvu qu'il existe
Le pianiste
Que j'attends

Sinon ce piano-la
Ne sait plus ou il va
Il pleure ou bien il rit
Ou les deux a la fois
Il fait des tremolos
Il est juste il est faux

En attendant qu'il vienne
Cet air que je compose
Ne risque pas de faire
Trembler (La vie en rose)
Et pourtant je suis fiere
D'avoir fait sur son nom
Cette drole de chanson

Drole de chanson
Cette drole de chanson



Sad but true the better I get the more I blame myself for every stupid loss. But, there is something else bothering me. Lately Veronique seems to want finer things and money seems to be a huge thing to her. The team has seen it for awhile especially Max. I guess it's time to see for myself.

"Hey sweetie, I'm home" I walked in exhausted from practice.

"How was practice?" She replied from upstairs. Maybe the team could be wrong how someone who I loved so much could not love me.

"Long, I'm exhausted, the team decided to throw some goalie bowling into practice." I thought about Max jumping me at practice he was always the one to try and make me smile. I plopped down on the couch and turned on FSN.

I heard her come downstairs. I could tell she was wearing heels I could hear the clicking on the wooden stairs. She walked up behind me placing her hands on my shoulders. Nice! A shoulder rub I could really use that.

"Baby, I really want to go out tonight." Why she had to go out every night is beyond me. Maybe the team was right, I guess it is time for me to see if she really wants me only for my money.

"I really feel like a night at home relaxing and watching T.V."

"Come on there is nothing to eat here, and you know a steak always sounds good to you."

"I really want to start watching my money. The team was talking today about possible salary cuts because of the new arena."

"So are you going to look for a new team? I'm sure you can find one that will pay you just as much"

“I enjoy Pittsburgh too much to leave." I truly felt bad lying like this but I needed to know if it was me or my money she loved.
"But your cars and house and lifestyle."

"I can get by, I got by before."

"But what if I don't want to stay in Pittsburgh?" This was making me suspicious I didn't like the way this conversation was going.

"You've never complained before."

"Well you've always made so much..." She paused; I knew exactly what she was going to say.

"MONEY!!!!" I was reeling I could feel the burning in my eyes as tears started for form. "Is that all I'm good for!!! REALLY?!?! GET OUT!!! GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!"

"That's not what I meant."

"SURE! I was the ONLY fool not to see it. I loved you! I did EVERYTHING for you! GET OUT!!!" She slammed the door and took off in the Miata I bought for her. I didn't care; I turned and punched a nice hole in the wall. I felt every emoting sweep over me like a tidal wave. I curled up on the floor and cried all night.