I can, said Elvin sounding wistful.
Me too, said Wayne. I have also written a few songs.
Steve looked shocked; he had known Wayne for almost two years and never suspected that this old Canadian had any musical education.
Youre a dark horse, Wayne Logan, said Steve and grinned.
Perhaps I could look at your songs, Wayne. We may as well learn them, said Charles.
What? asked Wayne.
Charles repeated his request but spoke louder.
Okay, said Wayne They are in my room, so maybe tomorrow.
Charles wanted to find out more about his new friends, partly because he was interested, but more importantly, because he wanted to fill the remaining time to stop them playing more awful, eardrum-bleeding noise.
Are any of you married? Charles asked.
No, said Elvin, and sighed. My wife passed away four years ago.
I'm single. I got divorced years ago and played the field, Steve interrupted and chuckled.
Charles looked at Wayne fiddling with his hearing-aid, and asked, How about you Wayne, are you married?
Wayne lost his wife twenty- years ago, Steve said and shouted at Wayne. Didnt you mate?
Oh, I am sorry to hear that Wayne, said Charles.
What? Asked Wayne.
Im sorry to hear that your wife died, Charles shouted.
Wayne looked confused and said, My wife didnt die. His hearing-aid screeched, so he tapped it.
Elvin and Steve chortled.
She didnt die, said Elvin. He just lost er.
Thats better, said Wayne, now able to hear. He looked at Charles, smiled, and related his story.
Wayne, popular among the female residents of Fossdyke with his Latino appearance and when he first moved in, the old women hung around him like a Liverpool postman on giro day. Even Mrs Chew had a crush on old Wayne, even though married and 20 years his junior.
Wayne had lived at Fossdyke now for two years. Originally from Ontario, Canada, he settled in Cleethorpes years ago, after trying to trace his long lost love, Julie.
His family originated from Sicily and owned an Italian restaurant chain in Canada. With his sights set on becoming a musician, he left the family home on his 16th birthday and joined The Alex Gilroy Band, a seven-piece swing band. He studied music at school, and although he could play keyboard instruments, he loved playing the drums. Given the nickname, Sticks, by the band, because he always carried around drumsticks tapping anything that could offer a beat. He toured as the bands drummer throughout Canada. When the rock n roll revolution hit America in the late fifties, Wayne moved to the U.S. where he joined 'Johnny and the Jeepsters,' a rock n roll, skiffle band. Throughout the sixties and seventies, he moved around with various bands.
During the 1980s, as other forms of music pushed out rock n roll, he tried his hand at rock music. Although ageing, he joined a rock band called, Smoking Heads and dropped his nickname, Sticks, as he felt it was no longer cool, and didnt belong in the rock, pop era. The band never became famous but had a small fan base. They performed many gigs around the world, touring several countries. With the loud music taking its toll on his hearing, it became increasingly more difficult to hear the music as each tour went on. The group did a tour of the UK in the mid-1980s. They decided to get rid of Wayne, who, due to his age, no longer fitted in with their rocker image. They played his farewell gig at the Sheffield Arena, where he met Julie, an attractive twenty-five-year-old woman from Cleethorpes. Wayne prided himself on having no emotional attachment towards women but became besotted with Julie. He invited her to the United States, and she accepted.
Their life was great at first. Wayne found work as a session musician and wrote several songs.
As his deafness became worse, his work sessions got shorter. He became miserable and angry, taking his anger out on Julie. He turned into a violent drunk and Julie felt dejected. One night he came home *spannered. Julie and her belongings were gone.
Over the next few days, he stayed sober while trying to figure out what happened to Julie. He'd phoned friends and acquaintances but to no avail. Julie had vanished without a trace, taking a chunk of money from their joint account and used their credit card to buy a flight to Manchester, England.
He had inherited 25% of his family's business and received an annual dividend. With money being of no concern, he decided to search for Julie in the UK. Wayne knew little about her, he never bothered with that side of their relationship. All he knew that her name was Julie Croft- something, and she was from Cleethorpes.
Wayne arrived in Cleethorpes in the winter of 1991 and spent the next few months trying to track down the Croft family. He came across many people with the same surname, but nobody knew or had ever heard of, Julie Croft. Now in his 50s, his hearing had become impaired and he could only hear on sporadic occasions. Wayne, having spent many years in the UK, hadnt given up hope, and did not want to go back to the USA. He knew his blemished record and age would prevent him from ever being hired, so he lived in a flat in Cleethorpes. He worked as a taxi driver and had an active social life.
In 2002, he read an obituary in the Grimsby Evening Telegraph, of a Mr Ronald Croft-Baker who had passed away. Croft-Baker, thats it, thought Wayne, Julie Croft-Baker.
Excited, he read the list of those who attended the funeral. Wayne noticed the daughters name, Mrs Julie Braithwaite, nee Croft-Baker. Wayne knew that it was his Julie. He tracked down the only relative who remained in Cleethorpes from the Croft-Baker family, Ronalds elderly sister. She confirmed Julie Croft-Baker was her niece who had spent time in America. The old woman told him that she had seen Julie at the funeral along with her husband, but that was the first time in many years shed had any contact with her. She told him that Julie only came, paid her respects, and then left. She had no other information. When Wayne heard that Julie had re-married, he gave up his search.
Wayne lived alone until the latter part of 2008. He bought a set of drums and a small Yamaha keyboard to entertain himself. He composed a few songs, although he had trouble performing them. Even though he wore a hearing aid, some days he couldnt hear the lyrics. His deafness became a burden and he was robbed several times, as word spread that a deaf old man lived alone. He became afraid to stay at home and felt too old to return to Canada or the States. Cleethorpes was now his home, so he sold his house and moved into the residential home.
And thats how I ended up here, said Wayne and smiled.
We only found out by accident that he played in a band a few years ago. He said he was a taxi driver who played the drums and keyboard for pleasure after coming ere to look for his missus, said Elvin.
Wayne smirked and said, Well, I did only play for pleasure... then.
You are a dark horse, Logan, said Steve and chuckled.
Charles looked puzzled and asked, I thought you dropped the name Sticks. So how come they call you Sticks now?
Wayne looked at Steve and frowned. Its that slap-heads fault, he said. Thats how they found out I was in a band. I kept a few mementoes from my younger days and one was an old framed poster from my time with 'Johnny and the Jeepsters,' hung in my room.