The Short-fic Book

Peaceful Easy Feeling (Don Henley)

Imagine requested by _hotelcalifornia76

You sit by yourself at the bar at the Troubadour with your second bottle of beer facing the current band on stage; the Eagles. You watch as they play slow songs and some fast rock songs, which were all absolutely amazing. They're the hot new band here in Las Angeles, and they were pretty intriguing, not to mention, very talented and very good looking.

"This next song is nice and mushy..." The lead singer jokes. "It's peaceful. Peaceful and easy. This is Peaceful Easy Feeling."

They start to play the song and you can't help but feel relaxed and at peace.

'I like the way your sparkling earrings lay
Against your skin, it's so brown
And I wanna sleep with you in the desert tonight
With a billion stars all around'

Jeez, this song is so good. You thought contently. I should take them home and have them serenade me all I want. The song goes on and you find yourself singing along to the chorus with your eyes closed. The song ends and you give the band a standing ovation, hootin' and hollerin' at them.

"Thank you very much." The lead singer speaks again. "It's been one hell of a night, have a good one!"

The hunks disappear off the stages and you go back to your half empty beer. You start to contemplate whether you should start heading home or not, until you notice one of the members of the band sits in the seat next to you and asks the bar tender for a beer.

"You guys rock." You complement before taking a swig of your beer.

The man turns to you and gives you a small lopsided smile. "We did, huh?"

"You bet!" You say enthusiastically. "And I ain't just sayin' that. Y'all got me hypnotized with that last song, man."

He lets out a laugh and shakes his head. "And the other songs?" He asks.

"Fan-fuckin'-tastic, my friend." You reply while making an 'ok' sign with your hand. "I enjoyed every minute of it."

"What's your name, doll?" He asks with an even bigger smile.

"Niki. Niki (whatever your last name is)." You reply with your hand stretched out.

The man takes your hand and shakes it. "Don." He says, "Don Henley."

"Good to meet you, Don Henley."

"Likewise, Niki (your last name)."

You and Don talk and laugh for over an hour, paying no attention to the music or people around you. He got to know you and how you just moved out to LA to get away from the smallest hick town on earth and do something more with your life. You got to know Don and how he came from a small town in Texas to pursue his music career.

"I almost didn't come here at all, actually." He says looking at his bottle.

"How come?" You ask, sensing the conversation was about to get personal.

"I uh," he doesn't know why he would ever feel the need to rehash his past, but for some reason he wants to. For some reason, he trusts you. "There was this girl I was gonna marry. I was madly, deeply, and totally in love with this girl, and I had to choose between my musical dreams and settling down with her. I told her I loved her, but this is what I had to do. For the sake of my dreams, I had to do it."