This is the 9th and final part of this series. Best to read parts 1 to 8 before this, so that you know the background. Even if you have, revisiting part 8 might be a good idea as a reminder of what led to this.
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'Vix, it's me, Mads.... I'm sorry...I stepped over a line. I should have known better.'
Oh my God... After all my pessimistic gloom, here was a chance to avert the disaster. We could pull it out of the fire! I felt waves of sweet relief sweep over me. I couldn't speak.
Mads went on, 'I let my feelings for you get out of control, Vix. You were right to put me straight...' There was a pause, but I couldn't formulate a sentence. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. 'Before I'd even got home, I knew I'd fucked up. I wanted to call you straightaway but it's taken until now to be brave enough. Have I ruined everything, Vix? I don't want to ruin everything, but I'm just mad about you. I have been for a long time...'
Tears welled in my eyes. They weren't sad tears, they were tears of relief I suppose. I really had thought we were history. I did feel a bit guilty for the way I'd rejected her, even though I had to, and now, here she was apologising to ME.
'Vix? Are you there? Say something, darlin, I'm dying here.'
'Yes Mads, I'm here,' I croaked. I'm just... I don't know... I had no idea you felt like that about me... it's all been a shock... I really thought it was all over... us, the band, everything.'
'Well, I don't want it to be over. Can we still be friends? Please.'
'Yes, Mads, of course we can. It killed me to think you had walked out of my life. I'm glad you haven't.' There was a little sob and a sniff from her end and I had to stop because I was struggling to speak too. It was very emotional.
'Look...' I swallowed after along pause, 'I don't want to do this on the phone, Mads. Do you know the Three Bulls at Gerrard's Cross?
'Yes.'
'I'll meet you there in half an hour.'
'Okay.'
I grabbed my car keys and headed off, shouting 'Just nipping out. I'll be back.'
I arrived at the pub just as Mads was getting out of her car and I abandoned the Alfa, carelessly, and got out to meet her. We embraced in the middle of the car park, standing there for a long time, just holding each other and reaffirming our connection, until a car horn reminded us we were blocking the exit.
We went inside, got drinks and sat down, and then we both started talking at the same time. I stopped. 'You first.'
'Oh, Vix...Meeting you, and your mum and dad, and the rest of The Chootes, starting The Zelmas, not to mention the girly sex with you and Roo... It's all been a whirlwind. I was on a high, Vix. A euphoric high. I thought nothing could go wrong, but I was wrong, wasn't I? I got too cocky, thought you couldn't possibly resist me, but God you're a strong little bitch aren't you?' She smiled, ruefully.'
I gave a slight chuckle. 'You are very nearly irresistible, Mads, VERY nearly, and I think, in a way, I am in love with you, but I'm with Roo, and I won't let anything compromise that. She's my number one. You know that, right?'
'Yes, I do.' She looked sad. 'Roo is lucky to have you. I hope she knows it.' She suddenly looked alarmed. 'Have you spoken to her? I mean, does she know... about... today?'
I shook my head. 'No, and I'm not going to tell her.'
'What? But...'
Listen, Mads. If I told her, it would be kamikaze honesty. She'd be hurt and angry. It would drive a wedge between you and her, and it would compromise The Zelmas. Maybe even split us up. It might even have a negative impact on MY relationship with her. There'd be no winners, all of us would lose. It'd be crazy.
'Really? You're going to keep it a secret?'
'I don't see it like that. She doesn't need to know. It would only cause hurt. My relationship with her is unchanged. I'm flattered that you made a pass at me, Mads, I really am, but it doesn't change how I feel about Roo - or you either as a matter of fact. Let's just carry on as if nothing happened. You just have to remember that the three of us having some fun is OK, but you and me alone is not on.'
She turned to hug me and kiss me on the cheek. 'God, you're such a diamond, Vix. A real gem.'
'No, Jem's our lead guitarist,' I laughed.
I was driving home, after 11pm, when my phone buzzed. I knew it would be Roo, so I pulled off the road to call her back. I would usually have spoken to her by now, and she was obviously wondering why I hadn't.
'Hey babe,' I said breezily when she picked up, 'sorry, I took a nap and woke up late. You OK?'
'Yeah, I was just about to go to bed. How did it go today? Did Mads behave herself?' This was extraordinarily perceptive of her; she obviously EXPECTED Mads to try something on.
'Yeh, she was fine. A bit flirty but what's new? She knows where the line is.' Well, I thought, she does now.
I stumbled into my bedroom at half eleven and flopped into bed. Emotionally exhausted. Crisis averted.
The next time I saw Mads was at Saturday rehearsal and we acted like Wednesday didn't happen. It felt different though, now that I knew she was carrying a torch for me. I was a little less open and unguarded with her, and she was a bit more cautious around me, and noticeably quieter. It was a shame; I liked it as it was before. Perhaps we would gradually get back to the way we were. I hoped.
Of course, the question of staying over in the cottage together came up, but I didn't think it would feel right at this point. I was aware that it might seem strange to Roo if we didn't, and the last thing I wanted was for her to realise something had changed, so I invented a cock and bull story about the water to the cottage being off due to some water main problem. I really hoped things would get back to normal soon because this kind of dishonesty was not comfortable for me.
So, Mads went home on Saturday night, and Roo stayed with me in the house. I had mixed feelings. Of course, I always love time alone with Roo, and our lovemaking never fails to blow my mind. She endlessly surprises and delights me, like the time with the wine bottle, and sex with her is always a deeply fulfilling experience, but... I also loved the easy, naughty frivolity of our threesomes with Mads, and I felt its loss.
When I saw Mads again the next day, I made an effort to behave as much like before as I could, and a little bit of her risquΓ© humour resurfaced. I realised that normal service may yet be restored.
On the Tuesday morning, I had just finished breakfast when Mum shouted to me from the living room; Vix, c'mere darling.' I walked through and she patted the cushion next to her for me to sit down. I looked askance at her. 'I've been looking at your setlist,' she said.
'O...K... and?' I could tell the setlist had raised a question.
'Nothing from The Bangles? Tut tut, Vix. Surely you remember me telling you how Vicki helped to kick-start my career?' Of course I remembered, it was the reason I got saddled with Victoria as a name.
'Yes Mum, of course I remember. Er, dunno why there's nothing by them. Must've just fallen through the cracks or something. We have had A LOT of songs to choose from. We can add one though. I love The Bangles.'
She already had YouTube teed up on the TV. 'Shall we choose one?' She said.
'If it means sitting here with you, watching Bangles videos, yes, I'm all for it,' I grinned.
We spent an enjoyable hour, and I was reminded just how good The Bangles were. I still can't believe they are from so long ago. Vicki Peterson is NEARLY 20 YEARS OLDER THAN MY MUM, for God's sake; easily old enough to be my granny. Their songs still sound great though, and I think if they appeared on the scene now they'd still be a massive hit. I had no idea why we'd overlooked them.
We got down to a shortlist of three songs and, strangely, none of them were ones with a Susanna Hoffs vocal. Strange, because her voice is a better match for mine than Micki Steele's or the Peterson sisters'. It looked like Mads would be getting called up for lead vocals again, though I could do the harmonies, which The Bangles were so good at.
The three songs were "Complicated Girl," "Bell Jar," and their Simon and Garfunkel cover, "Hazy Shade of Winter." I liked all these for different reasons, but we eventually plumped for the latter, which is a great cover. So, not actually a Bangles song, but a cover of a cover. We'd definitely do it Bangles-style though.
'We're tight for time now though, Mum. The gig is less than three weeks away.' I decided special measures were needed. I called the girls and explained the reasons for adding another song, and I suggested we do four days of rehearsals. Nikki and Jemma said they'd have to get back to me because it meant time off work, but they did get it agreed and we arranged to spend Thursday to Sunday, learning the Bangles number and polishing all the others, including the new one, which had a working title of "The Cream Song."
Almost as soon as we gathered on the Thursday, we talked about our overnight arrangements. I'd offered the cottage to Nikki and Jemma but they preferred to commute, so it looked like the menage a trois of Mads Roo and I would be restored. Roo asked Mads, 'You are staying over with us, aren't you?' and Mads looked to me for approval. I just smiled.
'If you'll have me, darlings.'
'Oh, aye,' grinned Roo, 'we'll definitely have you.' Nikki and Jemma rolled their eyes. Normal service. Restored.