We've spent some time together, you and I. You know I think it's time I told you about Tigan. I haven't told you about Tigan yet have I? Oh silly me, where do I start? I can't even remember how long ago it all started, feels like centuries, but I can tell you about the first time I saw him, would that be alright with you?
I remember being dragged out one night by some friends, you know how it goes. They were telling me how I needed to get out, that I can't stay home with my books and music. "Why not?" I thought, "The characters in these books have always been there for me, and listening to lyrics sung by dead voices has always comforted me." However I do enjoy people watching, so off we went.
There is a strange love / hate relationship I have with the Hollywood scene. So many people who don't live here think it is all glamorous and filled with famous people, but it's all a façade. Once you accept the reality of the dirt, deception and shallow promises, then you're fine. You move on and see it for what it's worth, a place filled with lost souls, unfortunate people trying to convince others of things they cannot even convince themselves of, it's all one big stage. A beautiful stage filled with so many characters, lights, sounds, and experiences. The secret is, sometimes under all the grime, you find something special, something that was placed here just for you to find.
We walked into the bar a little after 8pm. I was not pleased with the crowds. I believe that everyone and everything carries their own energy and that energy can be exchanged very easily with the simplest interaction. When there are several people in one room, all that energy is running wild and you're absorbing little bits of it here and there. This gets exhausting and my own energy can get drained very quickly. Anyway, moving on, before I get too distracted, We found a place close to a small stage. Was I in the mood to hear some struggling band half heartedly play? No. I wanted to be a good sport so I stayed but found a spot that felt a little more secluded. Here I could hide, well... as well as anyone in a room of several people could hide.
Tucked away I lean against the wall, check my phone, sigh, it's almost 9pm. I'm tired and the girls walking around squeezed into clothing three sizes too small were making me uneasy. Then, the lights dimmed, the room was almost completely black, I felt a slight rush of panic, I don't like this, I clutched my purse tightly and braced myself against my wall, the crowd grew quiet, almost silent. "Did someone slip something into my drink?" I thought to myself, then I heard it, a sound I was not expecting to hear, the sound of a cello! Slow, mournful, beautiful, the notes echoed off the walls. A faint light began to shine down on what till this day I can barely describe. Every time I attempt to put this into words, no justice is done, but here it goes.
Still stunned by the sound, my eyes began to focus on the stage. There under a faint glowing light was Tigan. He sat, looking as if he were a painting come to life, a painting someone put time, passion, love and even their own blood into creating. Pale skin glowing as if the moon were shining directly on him, but we were indoors! Hair darker than ravens wings flowed passed his shoulders and down his chest, I swear it looked as if it were made from the finest silk. His hands skillfully moving along the strings, the bow effortlessly gliding as if guided by a gift from Satan himself. Then he looked up. This is where things get a little fuzzy in my memory. I remember seeing his eyes, glowing green orbs, that seemed to hold secrets and sights from other worlds. Suddenly I couldn't breathe. The room felt empty, the sound of the cello grew louder and I began to feel every note pound in my chest, his eyes locked in my direction, and then I felt numb. For a brief moment I felt nothing, as if everything I've ever felt, every memory I've ever had, was flooding out of my body, like I was being emotionally embalmed. Before I could even begin to try to process what was happening, the music stopped, the crowd began to roar in applause, girls screaming, I felt dizzy.
That night I barely spoke with my friends, I just told them I wasn't feeling well, they wouldn't understand what I had experienced, I didn't even understand it yet. When I returned home, my room was silent but my head wasn't, his music, continued to play, as it were subliminally reminding me to remember him, see him, feel whatever that was over and over again. I tried to focus on other things, I returned to my favorite characters in my books, but they provided no company. I put in my headphones and tried to drown out the sound of the cello with something else, something louder, but it didn't work. I even tried to sleep but all I could see were those green eyes, framed in black. You may laugh at this but I even considered the possibility he may be a supernatural creature! When someone triggers such a primal response within a place you didn't even know existed, you may explore every reason why.
That seems so long ago, and to think, he was going to make many more appearances, not just on stage, but in my life as well, whatever was left of it at this point. So, yeah, that was the first time I saw Tigan.
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