Short Story in a Song: ‘Lola’ by the Kinks By Paul Matts

 

It’s happened to all of us hasn’t it? To the best, to the worst.

In a club or pub. In ‘North Soho’ possibly? Maybe elsewhere? Or some other public place, even. There are others I suppose.

Minding our own business, or maybe interrupting somebody else’s. And bang. An attraction to another human. A connection.

The attraction is often one way. Not reciprocated.

Sometimes it is very definitely mutual, though.

More often than not ends in disappointment. Frustration. Anger. With two souls heading off in different directions.

This can be down to any number of reasons. Wrong place, wrong time. Right place, wrong time. Wrong place – you’ve guessed it – right time.

One is a bastard. The other a bitch. One is a liar. The other is a little too promiscuous. One is ugly. The other is spotty. One thin. One thick.

Or it could be as simple as getting genders mixed up. And not being able to get passed this in spite of the attraction. Such as here. Not that it HAS to be a problem.

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The couple behind the storyline to ‘Lola’ are comical pair. Like all of us, mind.

Too much champagne, a hedonistic atmosphere. Things possibly not as they seem.

A darkened room. Music blaring out. A busy room, heaving with revellers.

Our hero enters the club. ‘In North Soho’. A bit naïve, having only recently left home a week ago. And ‘never having kissed a woman before.’ Ripe for the plucking, quite possibly.

He is soon on the receiving end of attention by a fellow club dweller. They meet up. They get to know each other a little.

He discovers her name is Lola. L-O-L-A. Lola. All seems to be going swimmingly. The champagne even tastes of cherry cola (or Coca Cola, if you listen to the album version of the song).

However, our hero soon begins to experience confusion. Doubt even.

Number one, Lola’s ‘dark brown voice’ is unusual. Not just DEEP, but deep in the manner of a male. Not what our hero expects.

‘She walk like a woman but talk like a man.’

Not being the world’s most physical guy he is not exactly expecting to sling her over his shoulder and go get a room. Caveman style. However he certainly didn’t expect her to inflict him a bodily injury when she held him tight.

‘She squeezed me tight and nearly broke my spine.’

Ouch. Doubt number two.

In spite of these ‘doubts’ the attraction remains. Our hero looks into her eyes and nearly falls for Lola. She wants him to come home with her. Out of the frying pan…

Ultimately, our hero bails out. He doesn’t want to go home with Lola, to be ‘made a man’.

‘Girls will be boys and boys will be girls

It’s a mixed up muddled up shook up world except for Lola.’

Lola isn’t crazy. Lola is very focused and confident.

But the world is crazy. Maybe for having traditional strict meanings of sexuality? That are just TOO well defined? And maybe too readily accepted by too many?

Our hero is what he is and decides against an night with an apparent transvestite. Too much for him maybe? He is what he is and wants what he wants and that’s the way it will be in HIS world. For now, at least, the world’s conventions remain.

Lola came close though. Maybe lit a candle inside our hero? Not that, for now anyway, the flame got any higher.

‘Now I’m not the world’s most masculine man

But I know what I am and I’m glad I’m a man.

So is Lola.’

Who knows what came of our hero? And Lola?

Happiness, I hope.

Bio:  Paul Matts is the author short stories such as ‘Donny Jackal’, ‘One More Season’ and ‘Revenge can be sweet’. His debut novel ‘Toy Guitars’ is to be published in 2019. He promoted live Punk rock shows under the name 101 Productions and has been the guitarist and songwriter for the Incurables. He has also been a grass roots football coach for all his adult life. He lives in Leicester, England with his wife and children. He has recently started work on his second novel. See www.paulmatts.com for more information. And to subscribe to his mailing list and blog,

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