Take Me On! [Morten Harket]

"You are telling me that your mother knew Morten and the others? She was that girl in the video? Why did she stop making videos? Why?" my best friend Jan Heathers asks me as we get ready for a concert of a life time that night. "My mother decided she did not want to live a rock star life. She had fun making the two videos then she met my dad on the set. They fell in love. Had me got married and lived happily ever after. That is all" I say to her as I watch the song "Take Me On" by the 80's band A-ha! My mother had been that girl reading the comic in the video. The man in the comic drags her into it. I loved the video. These days I had rotten luck with men. I found myself in a fantasy land. I collected comics myself. Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman. All that kind of stuff. My father had gotten me into it at an early age in the 90's era. Now I was in the adult stage and loving the era my parents lived in. By the time I had kids of my own they were going to love the era I was living in. It happened that way. Such was life. "Jayla Thomas, you are so lucky. Do you think that you can ask your mother to call the concert hall talk to the band and see if we can meet them?" begs Jan. I shake my head. "Sorry Jan dear. My mother had dated Morten. That did not end well. My father slugged the guy one back then for cheating on her. You know rock stars. That was another reason for her choice of leaving that life behind her. Please do not even tell her we went to this concert. It would break her heart if she knew I was into this band" I worry as I shake my head. My curly blond hair was short like my mother used to wear it back then. Her hair now was long. Gray. She wore it in braids like a hippie. She always said she was happy being herself. Reading. Growing something in her garden in the back yard. My parents now did not even have a tv. They said there was nothing worth watching these days. They are pretty much hippies. I read for the most part. I do enjoy watching music videos on tv. When I had time from my job. ♫♪ְֱ ♥ ♫♪ְֱ "Are you ready for the concert? Do I look like I belong in the 80's?" she jokes. She has a short dress on. It was a jean dress. Stone wash. She wore a concert shirt with the band on it. She wore leg warmers on her legs. And were those jelly shoes? She did have some jelly bracelets dangling on her wrists. "You do! You really do" I snicker as I shake my head at her. We get our things. Our uber ride was there to pick us up. We figured if we shared a few drinks we were not going to want to drive home drunk. No one wanted to get a ticket for that. Jan plays the bands music on her iPhone. We sing along. It was going to be a blast. Part of my family history. What brought my parents together really. My mom had her right not to like the band. I had my right to like the band. What parent and child rarely liked the same music? It did not happen often in life. Before long we are dropped off at the concert hall. The crowd was rushing to go on. So were we. Jan announces she wanted to buy a concert shirt. I wanted something to. Something to remember this night by. Not that I was ever going to show a thing to my mother when I bought it. I did wish I could meet the band. Would a guy like Morten or his friends remember my mother? Or was it all in the past? I wondered what all happened back in the past. It had to do with my family. I had a right to. I flat out asked my mother once if Morten could be my father. She laughed at me like I was crazy. She said no. I do have my father's eyes. And once when I had surgery I had to have a blood transfusion. My father gave it to me. So, no way Morten was my daddy. It would have been kind of cool to be a secret child of a rock star. Like all those kids that come out saying that they are Elvis Presley's kids. And never can prove it. Makes you wonder if they really are his. Or not. Jan and I find our seats. We were in the fourth row. Witch was not to shabby. Jan bought a shirt. I bought a comic from the video my mother was in. She was on the comic. I had to. Maybe one day I could get her to autograph it for me. One day. Someone taps me on the shoulder. ♫♪ְֱ ♥ ♫♪ְֱ "Wow has anyone told you that you look just like the girl from their video Take Me On?" a stranger asks me. He had a beer in his hands. Two beers. I laugh. "I get that. You know why? My mother was her" I state to him with a smile. "Why are you not back stage?" he wonders wide eyed. "I do not know the band. My mother does" I state to him. "Is she back stage to?" he wonders. "No" I laugh. "Enjoy the concert man! That is cool I met you!" he declares before wandering away. Jan and I laugh at that remark. Jan shakes her head. "Speaking of beer, I will go get us one" she tells me. "Nachos too?" I beg her. "I am so tired from all the walking. Here on me. Get you something to eat to" I offer money to her. "Really? Thanks girl" she says with a grin. She heads off in the crowd to go get us food. ♫♪ְֱ ♥ ♫♪ְֱ I read over the comic. Just like the video. The man in the comic. A younger Morten. I loved it. He was so handsome back then. I read over the whole thing. It had a mini story to it. Like the song. To bad it could not happen in real life. By the time the concert was over Jan and I had polished off about four beers total that night. We had a blast at the concert. We did not get back to our homes till about one in the morning. Jan crashed on my couch for the night. I did not want her to try to drive home drunk. She was snoozing away. I place a blanket over her. I take my things to my room. I go to my bathroom. Washing my face from all my make up that was on my face. I never wore to much make up. Then I get my pjs on. I head to my room after I turn on the light in my bathroom. What was wrong with me? By my age my mother was married and had me. Here I was nearly thirty years old. And still was not married off. Nor had a serious boyfriend. It sucked. How was I going to find someone? I hardly had a life. I worked all the time. Most of men at my office were married off or gay. I sigh. I turn on the light of my desk lamp. I sit at the desk. I grab the comic. I read it over. The guys name in the comic is not Morten. But Cameron. Interesting. The girls name was Linda. My mom's real name was Tonya. The song plays from my tv again late in the night. Odd time for it to play. The stars were shimmering brightly by my bedroom window. I yawn as I flip the next page of the comic. It was soon time for bed. ♫♪ְֱ ♥ ♫♪ְֱ "Say Cameron. Why can't I get a guy? A real guy out there? Is that so much to ask? To find a real man to spend the rest of my life with? I hate to be alone" I sigh. I yawn. The images blur on me. I gaze at the comic. Cameron's image was fuzzy on me. Moved. I blink. No way... "I better get in bed" I yawn to myself. I glance outside. A star falls from the sky. Just as I had made my wish there. I glance over where my bedroom doorway was. An image flashes. It looked like a man standing there. A shadow. I gasp. I back away. Someone broke in here. My heart hammers in my chest. I hear the tv flicker out then on. What the hell was going on? The song flicked. "Take me onnnnn" blared louder and louder. I see him. A full image. He pounds his fist on the side. Looking like he was in pain. The tv flickers out the same time he does. I do not see him. I move a little closer. Who was here? Why was he here? The tv comes on. The song plays again. Never do they play the same song twice in a row! Ever! My heart races. The image of the man flickers back. He looks right at me. I see him change to color. I knew this man! Morten! Morten Harket! The singer from the band!! I watch as his pain causes him to wince as he forms or tries to form a human image. Suddenly he is there. He collapses on the ground. I rush to his side. "Morten, how? How did you get here?" I demand to him with shock. I help him up. He was sweating. He smiles at me. "I made it Linda! I waited forever but you left me! Dontcha know me Linda? It is me. Cameron!" he begs me. He looks at me with a hurt look on his face. "I am sorry my name is not Linda. I am Jayla" I whisper. "You forgot who you are! They did this to you" he tells me bitterly. "Linda, you have to remember how much I love you" he tells me. He takes me in his embrace. Before I can say another protest, he kisses me. This was not real. This was not at all real. He was not real... But his lips felt so real. His lips mold into mine. Like they were meant to be there. I almost wished I was his Linda. But I was not his. I did not understand what the hell was going on here.... ♫♪ְֱ ♥ ♫♪ְֱ ♥♫♪ְֱ ♥ ♫♪ְֱ ♥ ♫♪ְֱ ♥ ♫♪ְֱ ♥♫♪ְֱ ♥ ♫♪ְֱ