Stage 2: Abyss
I never liked the arcade much – it's a noisy place filled with seizure inducing monitors and seven year old kids whining for a quick fix out of their parent's pockets. The only reason for me to go there is that my little brother needs my car to get to the arcade, and my parents are all too well inclined to defend my "helpless" little brother's opinions.
So there I was, on a typical tropical Tuesday under the heat of the Californian weather, waiting for my brother to waste his last quarter at some fighting game. And there it was again, that music blasting machine, it's every beat tingling my senses, urging me to go and smash it into chunky fragments.
And then, it said to me,
"Everybody is waiting for you!"
I slid a step back, only to see another person standing casually on the stage, engulfed by the machine. Before my head formed ideas about the idiocy of this fellow human being, something caught my eye.
I meant, the player who… I meant him. I meant…
My dream date playing on a machine designed for geeks and dumb fucks. God sure has his way of making sick, insidious jokes… or so I thought, at least.
As I expected the annoying tune of Butterfly blasting all too loudly through out the arcade, what I heard was a different tune…
"This is radio station CJ, with a world premiere song from Captain Jack… Only You…"
Me? Him? I was in ecstasy. Persuaded by emotions and affections, I swayed myself to the music and got lost in a world where there's only him and I, until my brother yanked at me and shattered the crystal ball of perfect dreams.
Walking out of the arcade, I looked back at the machine, trying to decide if I should give a second opinion about the music monster. The last thing that I heard from it was:
"Your dance is so great, it's like sunshine on a cloudy day!"
California is never short of sunshine, I can tell you that much.
I never liked the arcade much – it's a noisy place filled with seizure inducing monitors and seven year old kids whining for a quick fix out of their parent's pockets. The only reason for me to go there is that my little brother needs my car to get to the arcade, and my parents are all too well inclined to defend my "helpless" little brother's opinions.
So there I was, on a typical tropical Tuesday under the heat of the Californian weather, waiting for my brother to waste his last quarter at some fighting game. And there it was again, that music blasting machine, it's every beat tingling my senses, urging me to go and smash it into chunky fragments.
And then, it said to me,
"Everybody is waiting for you!"
I slid a step back, only to see another person standing casually on the stage, engulfed by the machine. Before my head formed ideas about the idiocy of this fellow human being, something caught my eye.
I meant, the player who… I meant him. I meant…
My dream date playing on a machine designed for geeks and dumb fucks. God sure has his way of making sick, insidious jokes… or so I thought, at least.
As I expected the annoying tune of Butterfly blasting all too loudly through out the arcade, what I heard was a different tune…
"This is radio station CJ, with a world premiere song from Captain Jack… Only You…"
Me? Him? I was in ecstasy. Persuaded by emotions and affections, I swayed myself to the music and got lost in a world where there's only him and I, until my brother yanked at me and shattered the crystal ball of perfect dreams.
Walking out of the arcade, I looked back at the machine, trying to decide if I should give a second opinion about the music monster. The last thing that I heard from it was:
"Your dance is so great, it's like sunshine on a cloudy day!"
California is never short of sunshine, I can tell you that much.