The interview that I write about: watch?v=nM9G16A8IzM.
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1. Tegan: Shock To Your System
It was just another night, just another event we had to attend to. I was bored out of my mind, totally on autopilot, sitting alone in a corner where nobody could see me. Sara had wandered off somewhere, and I was kind of pissed about it. She knew that it wasn't really my night, but she strolled off with someone else anyway. On her bad nights I was always there for her, always making sure she was fine, always staying by her side. I sat there for a while, pouting like a little child, but I got so irritated that I marched over to the bar and order two shots of jager (the only good thing about these things: open bars), so that I had something to do while she was off socializing. Bottoms up, I thought sourly. But just as I was about to bring the little glass to my lips I felt someone's hand, more slapping than touching, my arm. I almost spilled the dark liquid all over the jacket I had borrowed from Sara.
"Jesus fucking Chri-" I gasped.
"Yeah, I'm glad to see you too, but no need to use my full name." Sara jumped up on the barstool next to me, grinned, and ordered four tequila shots. I was still on the edge of having a heartattack, kind of disappointed that I didn't spill the jager on that precious leather of hers.
"Don't you think you've had enough already?" I asked as I glanced, with my hand pressed against my chest, at her reddened cheeks and her droopy eyelids. She took the first shot, grimaced and made an over explicit gesture towards two of the remaining, and almost knocked them off the bar. And here it comes, I thought. The never ending drunken hand-waving.
"These aren't for me, they're for you. If you're going to sit alone in the darkness all night, you might as well do it while being a bit drunken. It might be a bit more fun." I sighed and rolled my eyes before shotting. I almost vomited.
"Thanks for the consideration." I gulped and gave her a meaning look. "Where have you been for the last hour, anyway?"
"I've been hanging out with people. You know, social stuff." She was so cocky that I was about to say something scathing, but I then changed my mind. She doesn't have these good days that often anymore. It could go days where she didn't speak to anyone but me and the band. I didn't want to spoil this for her.
"Anyway, I was just talking to Chelsea from Hollywire TV and she wanted to do a quick interview, so let's go. Or wait." She gestured some more in the bartender's direction, and we each took two more tequila shots.
The interview was like everything else that evening, boring and as usual. Apart from that Sara and I were drunk. Very drunk (as you might have noticed: we're not exactly giants). Chelsea was nice, and Sara was kind of in control of the talking. She gestured a whole lot, and I just stood there, smiling, and trying to keep track of the conversation.
"I think that we probably trust each other more than we trust anybody else in this world."
I hadn't really been listening before that, I just looked at whoever were talking and nodded. I don't think anyone noticed, but when she said that my head went crazy. A million thoughts went through my head at once, and I just couldn't make out anything of it all. It felt like if it had been electro-shocked. And then she laughed, said something sarcastic and kind of half-hugged me, also sarcastically. My head went even more crazy, and my skin and all of my being followed. And then it all stopped, we were no longer touching and we had left the subject and they were talking and I was just.. stunned. My head and body were doing the jitterbug, and I had no idea what was happening. The butterflies were everywhere, knocked my heart right out of sync. The interview was over, Sara and Chelsea was making small talk, and I just couldn't move an inch. I was frozen to the ground, and I didn't know why. Sara was already far away from me, happily skipping. When she noticed that I hadn't moved at all she turned around and half-yelled "Tee, let's go!". I shook my head a little, and made my feet move. Left, right, left, right.
We went back to the bar, I was just trailing behind Sara, I couldn't really think for myself. She babbled on about stuff I didn't hear, and ordered a glass of red wine from the bartender with a happy "Hey, Chris!". On first-name basis with the bartender. Classy, Sara.
"Uhm, well, I'm gonna go." I interrupted her in the middle of a sentence which I think was about how amazing Rihanna's new hair colour was.
"What? It's 11.30!" I just gave her a half-smile and a little shrug and then I walked away. Out in the cool November night, away from the flashes and the loud voices. I couldn't even hear them. I couldn't hear or see anything. Anything but her face. I don't know how I got home, but somehow I found myself lying on my king sized bed a half hour later. I still had my jacket on, her jacket, while staring up in the ceiling.
What were those feelings? I had only felt like that once before, and even then it wasn't that.. intense. Those feelings I had towards Lindsey were different than what I felt now, right? That must be the case. It can't be the same. It's a ridiculous thought. We were drunk, and we were having an emotional evening. And we're twin sisters, for fuck sake. There must be some weird sentimental feelings there, some supernatural shit. Yeah. That must be it. Sisterlove. That's all. Sisterlove and alcohol.
Several hours later, I had just fallen asleep when the bell rang.