Ezra Songfic: Call Me the Breeze By Monica ATF Universe Ezra slipped on his sunglasses as he strode over to his Jaguar. He was the last one to leave the office this day. And this had certainly been a most interesting day. A sly smile crept across his face as he remembered how he surprised his teammates earlier. It was always a good feeling to know that they did not know him as well as they thought they did. He was a full-fledged member of this team and would never deny that. Still, though, he did enjoy keeping his secrets or acting in a manner that they were not expecting. As he pulled out of the garage, Ezra selected his own personal favorite Lynyrd Skynyrd song on his CD player. It reminded him of a time when he had been enough of an idealist to believe that a carefree existence was possible. But even better than that, it reminded him of a time when he had not only surprised his own mother, but had gotten the better of Maude as well. It had been a minor victory in a battle not the war and his motivation had been pure spite. But none of that could mar the memory for Ezra as he chuckled as the first guitar chords were struck for "Call Me the Breeze". Then once the horns kicked in, he was lost in the song. Call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road I ain't got me nobody I don't carry me no load Ain't no change in the weather Ain't no changes in me Well there ain't no change in the weather Ain't no changes in me And I ain't hidin' from nobody Nobody's hidin' from me Oh, that's the way its supposed to be As a child, Ezra could not think of anything that could possibly be better than going where he wanted and doing what he wanted. What exactly he planned on doing that would ensure such freedom he had no idea. He had never planned that far ahead. But one thing he knew for certain was that being a federal agent most definitely did not fit anywhere into that plan. But here he was and he had no plans on leaving his teammates and friends anytime soon. Giving up a bit of freedom in exchange for these loyal and true friends had been hard to do at first, but most likely was the most worthwhile thing he had ever done. As the guitar solo ended, Ezra found himself tapping the steering wheel in rhythm with the handclapping. Well I got that green light baby I got to keep movin' on Well I got that green light baby I got to keep movin' on Well I might go out to California Might go down to Georgia I don't know No, no more moving on for him, at least not voluntarily. He had ended up somewhere a bit in between Georgia and California, but did not plan on moving from it. One lesson he had learned from Maude was that when you found something that worked, you stuck with it until you either got bored with it or it no longer worked. Boredom was certainly not something he suffered from with his work, not with his particular teammates. And making it work was something he was determined to do for the rest of his life. He had not been searching for the family of friends that he found, but now he had no plans on losing them. Not that he would ever let them completely know that. Of course, a big part of him suspected that they truly did know it but just let him think they did not so that he could maintain his level of comfort. Ezra shook his head deciding that some things were best left unpondered. It was then that the blistering piano solo came on and Ezra allowed himself to be lost in it and its memories. He was completely unaware of the fact that only one hand rested on the steering wheel as the other one hovered over the gearshift, pounding out on an imaginary keyboard. How old he had been was immaterial to Ezra, though he suspected it had been his preteens or early teen years, all that mattered was that he had foiled his mother's attempt to use him. He had no idea what possessed him to do it, just merely an act of childhood rebelliousness, he supposed. He and Maude had begun what would become their lifetime of battling. He had always been a willful child, always a challenge for Maude to deal with in conjunction with her schemes. But he was coming to a time when he wanted to assert himself and make her see him as an equal and not a tool for her to use. Maude was simply not a woman to back down from a challenge, so he knew she would never admit to it, but just the same there had been an occasion or two when he had seen a flash of pride in her eyes and it was enough for him. But pride had not been what flashed in her eyes that day way back when. She informed him that they would be having company and strongly suggested to him that he be in the other room practicing his Mozart as it would be lovely background music for them. He wanted to go outside and enjoy the beautiful summertime weather, but Maude was insistent. She made the mistake of telling him that she wanted to impress one of the gentlemen who would be dropping by. So a very sullen Ezra dutifully begun practicing at the piano. He had not always wanted to play piano. His fist choice had been guitar. But a horrified Maude immediately dismissed any possibility of that happening. She grabbed his hands and held them in front of his face. "Look at these hands, Ezra. These are not the hands of a common guitar player. These are the hands of a pianist." She turned his hands over so that he looked at his palms. "Do you know what would happen to these hands if you played guitar. They would become calloused, that's what would happen. And everything I have taught you would go to waste. So don't you even think about it, Ezra Standish." And with that, she dropped his hands and the subject. He played Mozart for a little while that afternoon, imagining his mother bragging about his abilities as he did. Then, when he was quite certain that they were comfortable and enjoying their tea and conversation, he got to his feet and lit into the boogie- woogie solo from this song. A grin plastered itself across his face when he heard the crash of a teacup. But he never stopped, not even when Maude entered the room, her anger flashing only in her eyes at him as she attempted to appear to have some type of control. He ignored her and continued moving his entire body as he pounded out the infectious music. When he finally finished he was allowed to spend the rest of the day outside. Another added bonus was that she did not speak to him for days. Well I dig you Georgia peaches Makes me feel right at home Well now I dig you Georgia peaches Makes me feel right at home But I don't love me no one woman So I can't stay in Georgia long Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road I ain't got me nobody I don't carry me no load Oooh Mr Breeze Ezra sang out that last line and again played out the final piano flourish over his gearshift. He knew that if it were at all possible for anyone to see through the dark tint of his Jag, they would have found it most curious and amusing to see a well dressed man singing along to a song from an old Southern rock band. But for now he could care less what anyone thought of him as he lived that freedom that his childhood self had dreamed off. It was fleeting, but that did not mean that it could not be relished. Besides, he often enjoyed acting contrary to how people expected him to behave. Just like mercury he could be poured into a mold but he just would never hold the shape of it for very long. Ezra smiled to himself as he hit the replay button. Call Me The Breeze (J.J. Cale) Call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road I ain't got me nobody I don't carry me no load Ain't no change in the weather Ain't no changes in me Well there ain't no change in the weather Ain't no changes in me And I ain't hidin' from nobody Nobody's hidin' from me Oh, that's the way its supposed to be Well I got that green light baby I got to keep movin' on Well I got that green light baby I got to keep movin' on Well I might go out to California Might go down to Georgia I don't know Well I dig you Georgia peaches Makes me feel right at home Well now I dig you Georgia peaches Makes me feel right at home But I don't love me no one woman So I can't stay in Georgia long Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road I ain't got me nobody I don't carry me no load Oooh Mr Breeze Copyright by Moss Rose Productions Inc. All rights reserved. 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