So I'm an idiot...
You know I said before that keeping my mouth shut wasn't one of my strengths and that fact just keeps getting thrown back at me again and again. In fact I did once consider keeping a track on all the times my mouth got me into trouble but I finally decided I that doing so would was almost a full time occupation in itself. Thing is its sort of the way my head works...
SEE
COMMENT
THINK
the fact that I always do this means I have added a forth option to the list...
RUN
It tends to lead to less bruising....
So anyway enough about my mouth, just to say that it is in itself one of the reasons for this next instalment....
So on with the show as they say. It's a thing with us performers see... No matter what the show must go on... Well we tend to put stuff on hold when there's an apocalypse due but other than that....
Wish cast into the sky
I'm moving on
Sweet beginnings do arise
She knows I was wrong
The notes are old,
They bend, they fold
and so do I to a new love.
Weird little bunny love is... I'll be honest I tend to avoid it wherever possible, I find it simply complicates and takes all the fun out of sex. Ahh who am I kidding... I'm as at its mercy as the rest of the universe... We all con ourselves see and that's what I did... Still do every time I think about it...
Days swiftly come and go.
I'm dreaming of her
She's seeing other guys
Emotions they stir
The sun is gone.
The nights are long
And I am left while the tears fall.
Did you think that I would cry,
on the phone?
Do you know what it feels like,
being alone?
I'll find someone new
Swing, Swing, Swing from the tangles of
My heart is crushed by a former love
Can you help me find a way
To carry on again
And hey it was a bigger shock to me than you when it turned out to be a girl!
It was the song that did it... Well that coupled with the aura and the fact that she was probably the cutest thing I had ever seen. Caritas always attracted an eclectic crowd, we never needed a sign word of mouth was always enough to keep the place packed. So seeing humans was never a complete surprise... This one though... This tiny thing who walked in with a six-foot high aura and a chip on her shoulder the size of Alaska totally and utterly blew my mind.
I was sat as ever, at my table, listening to dire renditions of everything from Don McLean to Good Charlotte. It had been a particularly poor night on the talent front, so when she took her place at the mike I wasn't really paying much attention.
But when she started to sing, well let's just say I did a four-minute impression of a fish!
I've got the world on a string,
Sittin` on a rainbow.
Got the string around my finger.
What a world! What a life! I'm in love.
I've got a song that I sing,
I can make the rain go
Any time I move my finger.
Lucky me! Can't you see I'm in love?
Life is a beautiful thing
As long as I hold that string.
I'd be a silly so-and-so
If I should ever let it go.
I've got the world on a string,
Sitting on a rainbow.
Got the string around my finger.
What a world! What a life! I'm in love.
Life is a beautiful thing
As long as I hold that string.
I'd be a silly so-and-so
If I should ever let it go.
I've got the world on a string,
Sitting on a rainbow.
Got the string around my finger.
What a world! What a life!
What a world! What a life!
What a world! What a life!
I'm in love.
It was a personal favourite to begin with and this girl was giving Sarah Vaughn a run for her money in the vocals department. Plus she had this presence that seemed to fill the whole damn room and then some.
*Note... I wanted to add at this point that I'm normally not the sentimental type. I mean I love a good weepy as much as the next person, but I've never been the sort to believe in all that love at first sight, soul mates nonsense.
I still didn't. I mean the girl was gorgeous and had one hell of an aura but I wasn't about to go propose... Well not marriage anyhoo. I wasn't however just going to let her disappear out the door without a word either... Nope.
As the song finished she took a simple half bow and left the stage. I wanted to rush over there before she had a chance to get out the door, but when you're 6' 2" and kinda skinny dashing across a crowded room is really not a good idea. Not if you're trying for an air of Bogart rather than Jerry Lewis... Anyhoo, my reserve was repaid as it turned out she obviously knew the system and was here for a reading.
Her drink was still in her hand as she sat at the table. I was still in the middle of processing everything I'd read in her as she sang.
"So, um I was told by a friend that you... Read people..." Her eyes scanned me closely as if trying to work out how I did it. It's at this point I realise that I'm still doing my halibut impression and rather quickly shut my mouth. I nodded in response to her statement as Felicia brought me a rather well mixed gin and tonic.
Settling back into my 'yes child and I know what your question is' pose, it hits me. Now you know all those clichés... Hit me like a bolt of lightning... Like someone had smashed me over the head with a sledgehammer? Well take all those clichés multiply by like a million and then you'll have some sort of idea as to the intensity the images smashed into my skull.
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"Are you ok? Was that because of me?" The room is a little fuzzy as I hear those words and I look down to find a hand on mine... Not only that but I'm not now at my table, but in my room laid out on my bed with the very attractive girl who just cause me to pass out sat on the edge of it with a really worried look in her eyes. Maybe things are just about to start going my way...
But of course they aren't... No, no, no. Cause its at this moment that I remember exactly what is was that caused the blackout in the first place and that's when I sit up, lean over the edge of the bed and puke my guts up.
Nice going green boy REAL SMOOTH! I'm sensing that maybe I'm not making the best impression with her right now. Well anyhoo once the puking subsides and the oh so cute one gets Mari, one of the bar staff, in to help with the clean up operation, I'm starting to feel just a little better about life the universe and everything. Plus I'm coming to terms with what I've seen in her aura. Well not coming to terms, but at least I can see the images without throwing up.
She's looking at me again and her hand is holding mine, soft fingers squeezing, her thumb gently kneading the flesh as she just looks at me. I kind of just want to stay like that for a while, there's something about the way she's touching me that. Well all I can say is 'hello nurse!' I don't of course in that I'm still making a rather pathetic attempt at smooth or at least trying and pull out of the 'about to crash and burn' nose dive I'm in and regain something even resembling dignity, with an option on classy or even suave at a later date...
"I'm sorry. You saw it didn't you? That's what made you ill right?" The concern is laced with a little fear now, she wanted to know what happened, but now she knows that I've seen it and that it's really not pretty. A part of her doesn't want to hear it now.
"Yeah, I saw it." For a moment it's all I can say as I'm still processing some of the images. What I've seen is a massacre beyond description - men, women, children, brutally slaughtered, a seemingly mindless act of unbelievable violence.
"I work for an organisation that is fighting inter-dimensional slave trading. The massacre you saw was a trader killing his cargo rather than be caught." She's pushing a strand of hair behind her ear again. Every time she does it, within a few seconds it falls back onto her face. Her other hand is still holding onto mine. I feel the pain, like a raw, open wound as she tries to wait patiently for me to seem well enough for her to ask the question she so desperately needs the answer to.
I decide to put her out of her misery. "25 of them made it through the portal before the attack. Your friend was with them, as was her partner and the baby." She's even more beautiful when she really smiles. I. I'm doing the 'catch of the day' facial expression again so I try and ease into a smile of my own without it being too noticeable.
"I kept hoping but." She lets out a long sigh, trying to find the words but failing. Again I help out.
"It's ok, I saw what happened so you don't need to explain. I'm glad they made it." I can also tell without a reading she's happy not to have to go over the whole thing again.
[Thank you so much.]
She's squeezing my hand even tighter now, but I know that this time it's because she's about to leave. I don't want her to go. But she has stuff she needs to deal with right now, I know that only too well from the reading.
"I'm so sorry for. for well you know." Her head tilts to one side as she searches for a way of explaining what just happened.
I am nonchalant as ever. "Forget about it sweetcheeks. All part of the service. Only next time you have a reading I may start off lying down, just to avoid the fall. And make sure I have a sick bag handy you know.
She's nodding as she laughs and gives my hand a final squeeze before letting go. "I'm surprised you're prepared to even consider a next time after what I did to you just now."
"You're welcome to a reading anytime sugar. Cause hell girl you can sing." I'm being totally honest, I really would read her again, despite the pain and the vomit.
"I'd like that."
"Me too."
So she leaves with a wave and a final smile and after twenty minutes or so of just sitting there like a complete bozo, I jump in the shower clean up and change clothes before heading back out into the club for what turned out to be an uneventful end to the night.
So that's it really. That's how I met her. Well of course there's more to it, but as I had to wait almost three weeks, well you can too. The other crazy thing. It took me a week before I realised that when she said thank you she hadn't said it out loud.
Songs are: Swing Swing by the All American Rejects
I got the world on a string. Harold Arlen/T. Koehler
You know I said before that keeping my mouth shut wasn't one of my strengths and that fact just keeps getting thrown back at me again and again. In fact I did once consider keeping a track on all the times my mouth got me into trouble but I finally decided I that doing so would was almost a full time occupation in itself. Thing is its sort of the way my head works...
SEE
COMMENT
THINK
the fact that I always do this means I have added a forth option to the list...
RUN
It tends to lead to less bruising....
So anyway enough about my mouth, just to say that it is in itself one of the reasons for this next instalment....
So on with the show as they say. It's a thing with us performers see... No matter what the show must go on... Well we tend to put stuff on hold when there's an apocalypse due but other than that....
Wish cast into the sky
I'm moving on
Sweet beginnings do arise
She knows I was wrong
The notes are old,
They bend, they fold
and so do I to a new love.
Weird little bunny love is... I'll be honest I tend to avoid it wherever possible, I find it simply complicates and takes all the fun out of sex. Ahh who am I kidding... I'm as at its mercy as the rest of the universe... We all con ourselves see and that's what I did... Still do every time I think about it...
Days swiftly come and go.
I'm dreaming of her
She's seeing other guys
Emotions they stir
The sun is gone.
The nights are long
And I am left while the tears fall.
Did you think that I would cry,
on the phone?
Do you know what it feels like,
being alone?
I'll find someone new
Swing, Swing, Swing from the tangles of
My heart is crushed by a former love
Can you help me find a way
To carry on again
And hey it was a bigger shock to me than you when it turned out to be a girl!
It was the song that did it... Well that coupled with the aura and the fact that she was probably the cutest thing I had ever seen. Caritas always attracted an eclectic crowd, we never needed a sign word of mouth was always enough to keep the place packed. So seeing humans was never a complete surprise... This one though... This tiny thing who walked in with a six-foot high aura and a chip on her shoulder the size of Alaska totally and utterly blew my mind.
I was sat as ever, at my table, listening to dire renditions of everything from Don McLean to Good Charlotte. It had been a particularly poor night on the talent front, so when she took her place at the mike I wasn't really paying much attention.
But when she started to sing, well let's just say I did a four-minute impression of a fish!
I've got the world on a string,
Sittin` on a rainbow.
Got the string around my finger.
What a world! What a life! I'm in love.
I've got a song that I sing,
I can make the rain go
Any time I move my finger.
Lucky me! Can't you see I'm in love?
Life is a beautiful thing
As long as I hold that string.
I'd be a silly so-and-so
If I should ever let it go.
I've got the world on a string,
Sitting on a rainbow.
Got the string around my finger.
What a world! What a life! I'm in love.
Life is a beautiful thing
As long as I hold that string.
I'd be a silly so-and-so
If I should ever let it go.
I've got the world on a string,
Sitting on a rainbow.
Got the string around my finger.
What a world! What a life!
What a world! What a life!
What a world! What a life!
I'm in love.
It was a personal favourite to begin with and this girl was giving Sarah Vaughn a run for her money in the vocals department. Plus she had this presence that seemed to fill the whole damn room and then some.
*Note... I wanted to add at this point that I'm normally not the sentimental type. I mean I love a good weepy as much as the next person, but I've never been the sort to believe in all that love at first sight, soul mates nonsense.
I still didn't. I mean the girl was gorgeous and had one hell of an aura but I wasn't about to go propose... Well not marriage anyhoo. I wasn't however just going to let her disappear out the door without a word either... Nope.
As the song finished she took a simple half bow and left the stage. I wanted to rush over there before she had a chance to get out the door, but when you're 6' 2" and kinda skinny dashing across a crowded room is really not a good idea. Not if you're trying for an air of Bogart rather than Jerry Lewis... Anyhoo, my reserve was repaid as it turned out she obviously knew the system and was here for a reading.
Her drink was still in her hand as she sat at the table. I was still in the middle of processing everything I'd read in her as she sang.
"So, um I was told by a friend that you... Read people..." Her eyes scanned me closely as if trying to work out how I did it. It's at this point I realise that I'm still doing my halibut impression and rather quickly shut my mouth. I nodded in response to her statement as Felicia brought me a rather well mixed gin and tonic.
Settling back into my 'yes child and I know what your question is' pose, it hits me. Now you know all those clichés... Hit me like a bolt of lightning... Like someone had smashed me over the head with a sledgehammer? Well take all those clichés multiply by like a million and then you'll have some sort of idea as to the intensity the images smashed into my skull.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Are you ok? Was that because of me?" The room is a little fuzzy as I hear those words and I look down to find a hand on mine... Not only that but I'm not now at my table, but in my room laid out on my bed with the very attractive girl who just cause me to pass out sat on the edge of it with a really worried look in her eyes. Maybe things are just about to start going my way...
But of course they aren't... No, no, no. Cause its at this moment that I remember exactly what is was that caused the blackout in the first place and that's when I sit up, lean over the edge of the bed and puke my guts up.
Nice going green boy REAL SMOOTH! I'm sensing that maybe I'm not making the best impression with her right now. Well anyhoo once the puking subsides and the oh so cute one gets Mari, one of the bar staff, in to help with the clean up operation, I'm starting to feel just a little better about life the universe and everything. Plus I'm coming to terms with what I've seen in her aura. Well not coming to terms, but at least I can see the images without throwing up.
She's looking at me again and her hand is holding mine, soft fingers squeezing, her thumb gently kneading the flesh as she just looks at me. I kind of just want to stay like that for a while, there's something about the way she's touching me that. Well all I can say is 'hello nurse!' I don't of course in that I'm still making a rather pathetic attempt at smooth or at least trying and pull out of the 'about to crash and burn' nose dive I'm in and regain something even resembling dignity, with an option on classy or even suave at a later date...
"I'm sorry. You saw it didn't you? That's what made you ill right?" The concern is laced with a little fear now, she wanted to know what happened, but now she knows that I've seen it and that it's really not pretty. A part of her doesn't want to hear it now.
"Yeah, I saw it." For a moment it's all I can say as I'm still processing some of the images. What I've seen is a massacre beyond description - men, women, children, brutally slaughtered, a seemingly mindless act of unbelievable violence.
"I work for an organisation that is fighting inter-dimensional slave trading. The massacre you saw was a trader killing his cargo rather than be caught." She's pushing a strand of hair behind her ear again. Every time she does it, within a few seconds it falls back onto her face. Her other hand is still holding onto mine. I feel the pain, like a raw, open wound as she tries to wait patiently for me to seem well enough for her to ask the question she so desperately needs the answer to.
I decide to put her out of her misery. "25 of them made it through the portal before the attack. Your friend was with them, as was her partner and the baby." She's even more beautiful when she really smiles. I. I'm doing the 'catch of the day' facial expression again so I try and ease into a smile of my own without it being too noticeable.
"I kept hoping but." She lets out a long sigh, trying to find the words but failing. Again I help out.
"It's ok, I saw what happened so you don't need to explain. I'm glad they made it." I can also tell without a reading she's happy not to have to go over the whole thing again.
[Thank you so much.]
She's squeezing my hand even tighter now, but I know that this time it's because she's about to leave. I don't want her to go. But she has stuff she needs to deal with right now, I know that only too well from the reading.
"I'm so sorry for. for well you know." Her head tilts to one side as she searches for a way of explaining what just happened.
I am nonchalant as ever. "Forget about it sweetcheeks. All part of the service. Only next time you have a reading I may start off lying down, just to avoid the fall. And make sure I have a sick bag handy you know.
She's nodding as she laughs and gives my hand a final squeeze before letting go. "I'm surprised you're prepared to even consider a next time after what I did to you just now."
"You're welcome to a reading anytime sugar. Cause hell girl you can sing." I'm being totally honest, I really would read her again, despite the pain and the vomit.
"I'd like that."
"Me too."
So she leaves with a wave and a final smile and after twenty minutes or so of just sitting there like a complete bozo, I jump in the shower clean up and change clothes before heading back out into the club for what turned out to be an uneventful end to the night.
So that's it really. That's how I met her. Well of course there's more to it, but as I had to wait almost three weeks, well you can too. The other crazy thing. It took me a week before I realised that when she said thank you she hadn't said it out loud.
Songs are: Swing Swing by the All American Rejects
I got the world on a string. Harold Arlen/T. Koehler