At one point over the weekend Julia did clue me in as to what kind of meditation file she wanted done and it was a pretty straight forward thing. She had a script for a guided relaxation type meditation she wanted to use and asked me if I would be willing to record the track for her. I couldn’t help laughing though when she said, “I’ve never really done this kind of thing before, and you’ve got the kind of voice that could charm the eyes right off a rattlesnake.”
I think she meant that as a compliment but… Yeah… I did kind of look at her questioningly all the same. She then tried to cover the awkward moment by following up quickly with, “Don’t worry Babe, I told my client I was having it professionally recorded by a studio that does this kind of thing.”
I just staired at her with a blank expression at that point, giving nothing away. Then she finally said, “Uh… It’s not that your not professional or… Oh fuck… I’m just going to shut up now.”
Then she was just frozen in place holding her breath waiting for some sort of response. When she finally saw the corners of my mouth betray a slight smirk she started laughing and said in a rather relieved tone, “I’m sure that you’ll do better than any studio around.”
I started laughing at that point and asked Julia if she could find me a snake at the pet store to test the recording on. She told me she would but only after she found a veterinary clinic that could put the poor things eyes back in it’s head after it was done listening to the guided meditation recording. “The girl’s got humor!”
Neither one of us would be caught dead holding a snake so I’m pretty sure she won’t come home with one any time soon. A rubber one maybe, if not one of those inflatable ones you can buy at Lowe’s or home Depot that are meant to scare the wildlife away so they won’t eat the stuff growing in your garden.
Anyhow… I worked on creating her guided meditation audio for the better part of the day, fielding calls from clients as needed in between recording sessions. I did one with just my voice doing the guided meditation, like she had asked. Then I did a second one that had ocean surf sounds in the background. I created a version with a stream in the background. But then I decided to do some other’s for her to check out that had sounds of rain in the background, thunderstorms, tropical jungle sounds, etc.
When she came home from working back to back sessions in town around five, she asked me how I had made out. I simply pointed at her study door and said, “There all there on your PC’s desktop.” She stood quietly for a moment saying, “Their all there on my PC’s desk… Top… Uh… Brian? What did you do?”
When she came out of her study about half an hour later she found me sitting in the living room listening to some tunes while chilling in the recliner. She wordlessly walked over to me and leaned down kissing me deeply before saying, “You are totally amazing.”
“So… Do you think it will work?” I asked her. “They will all work. I wasn’t expecting anything other than a basic recording but… Well… Now I just have to figure out which one would probably work the best for this particular client,” She replied.
I suggested that she give them all to her client. “And… Uh…Why?” She asked me curiously? “Because at varying times one set of sounds might be more effective than another. I’m no psych major but I do know that depending on my mood and feeling the background sounds will vary from time to time.”
She sat on my lap thinking for a moment. Then she stood up and took my hands in hers with a motion indicating that she wanted me on my feet. When I stood up she pulled me close to her and kissed me passionately for a long time before finally saying, “Let’s go out to dinner. Tonight.”
The rest of the evening passed quietly and in a very lighthearted and relaxed fashion. At one point during dinner she did say, “I got you something on my way home for working on the audio meditation project for me.”
I then felt a hand under the table drop something on my leg. “Oh boy!” I exclaimed. “I’ve always wanted one of these!”
It was a small rubber snake. “I’m afraid the meditation recording will be lost on this one though honey,” I said.
She came round to my side of the booth and slid in next to me, giggling like a school girl and kissing me as she settled in. If our waitress, Kat, at the Hampton Diner was confused by the change of seating arrangement, she didn’t let on. If anything she seemed rather amused with the antics of the two supposed adults sitting before her as she swung by to drop off the check. Who knows! Maybe our public displays of affection were enough to convince the senior citizens over at the next table to pull the broomsticks out of their asses, too!