Slow Love

Downtime in London

Downtime in London

We spent the rest of our time in London shopping a little, mainly for artwork, visiting galleries, museums and sightseeing. He was adamant that I rest daily, getting more than enough. Of course there was a fair amount of romance including mind blowing sex. We were able to enjoy some time with Bonnie and Steve, sightseeing and having dinner out before they returned home after their week in London. While sightseeing we saw many great places, such as the Tower of London. Celebrity status has it advantages and privileges. Having booked an appointment, and had the place to ourselves, rather than the normal guided tour. 

 Shopping some of the galleries and antique shops we found several pieces that should incorporate nicely with the decor of the new house. Everywhere we went, the paparazzi hounded us relentlessly; it was so horrible we found ourselves resigned to staying in more. One day while out alone with Zada they made it so difficult to navigate our way through them, I just stopped, refusing to move. Zada was trying to get me to proceed but I declined. I stood still and posed for as may photos as they could fire off. Some were shouting questions along with insults. 

When the photo opt started to wind down, I said, "I have given you what you wanted. Now please allow me to proceed." The paparazzi moved back like I requested allowing me to walk to our destination. Zada at my side just shook her head in amazement, "Gigi, all this does not faze you one bit. You are so powerful- I respect your fortitude." as we entered the shop. "Zada, I have to keep it that way or I would be a recluse. I give, then I take. It always works. Afterall, they really don't want me, they want to see him. I'm just their pacifier at the moment." 

We cracked up laughing. "Gigi, you are one of a kind. He is so lucky to have you. Most wives of a celebrity would have been so scared to death-petrified in this situation and you just take it in stride." "Zada, you have to remember, I was in their shoes at one time. I know what they want so I give it to them. Their cameras or words never killed anyone. The worst part of this is I have to tell him what I did so he won't be blindsided when he sees the pictures, and the insults. He will be upset that I let them do that, concerned for my safety, but ultimately alright with it. That is why I have you!"

On a few non performance days, while I'm supposed to be 'resting', he would ask me if I minded him going to the studio to record. He really loves the studios in London. They are wired differently because the electric current differs from the US. He thinks it is a more organic sound that can't be duplicated back home. One afternoon, he kissed me goodbye and I just couldn't sleep. I went to the living room to see if I could find a book or newspaper, anything to read. He had left his acoustic guitar along with some sheet music he was working on, laying on the coffee table. Well, this is interesting. I can read music so I pick up the guitar to play what he had so far. I played it over and over until I realized, it was missing a cord. I added the cord and that did it. It was a beautiful tune but there were no words scribed yet. 

I got my tablet, found some music on YouTube and played along. Since he keeps nearly all his music off streaming sites, I went to my 'go to' artist, Neil Diamond. I played along with the videos until my fingers stung. I never use a pick, so my nails took a beating. I leaned back to stretch and take a break when I hear applause coming from the foyer. "Baby that was fantastic! You play by ear?" He asked inquisitively. I'm embarrassed he caught me; clasping my hands to my face, I nod yes. Taking a seat next to me on the sofa he wraps me up in his arms. "Sweetheart, how long were you there?" "Long enough Baby. It was beautifully played." 

 I leaned forward and picked up the sheet of music he was working on, handing it to him. I played it from memory for him with my additional cord. His eyes about popped out of his head. "And you read music too? WOW! What other talents have you been hiding from me Babe?" I looked down and away from him, shaking my head no. "Babe, what's wrong? Why are you telling me no?" "Sweetheart, that is your music. I'm sorry....... I should have never altered it. You created it, it's not my place to make any changes. Forgive me?"[exuberant] "Oh Baby! What you added is fantastic. I love it! Why are you apologizing to me? I don't understand."