The Meeting

9/21/2011

 
Men usually pursue me, so this endeavour was a first. But maybe it wasn't all an accident ... 

Several weeks later I was on my way home from college one evening, walking past a small local music venue called The Theatre. A small group of teenagers dressed in black were hanging around a side entrance. They were probably hoping to catch a glimpse of the band playing tonight. A white rental van had just entered the parking lot and three or four men climbed out. I wondered who it was but I couldn't see through the gathering crowd. Curious, I moved closer. A girl near the fence shouted out to the band. One of the men near the van turned around, laughed and waved at us. It was him. I froze.

It took me a couple of seconds to compose myself. I didn't want him to see me so I walked back around to the main entrance. My mind was racing. Why do I keep running into this guy? What a strange coincidence. Should I go to the concert... and find out who he is? A security guard at the entrance broke my thoughts. 
"Do you have your ticket yet?"
I shook my head. He pointed to the ticket counter just inside the entrance and ushered me in. I guess my decision had been made. 

The air was cool inside and the smell of alcohol and intermingling perfume hung in the air. I had been to The Theatre before. It is a beautiful, art deco style refurbished theatre. There is an old world charm to it with several chandeliers and a wrought iron mezzanine level. A crowd had already gathered at the front of the stage so I headed up to the mezzanine. It didn't take very long for the lights to dim and the first support band came on stage. 

Surprise, surprise he was the singer. It was the first time I was actually able to take a better look at him, albeit from further away. The first thought that came to mind was "He is beautiful." I thought it was strange that I kept referring to him in that way. He was wearing black denim pants with a white long sleeved dress shirt unbuttoned at the top. The white shirt contrasted well with his dark curly hair. I tried to guess how old he was. It was far away but I thought he seemed in his late twenties. He was charming and fascinating to watch. The rest of his band sort of blended in the background by comparison. 

I had been standing close to the railing above the stage, near an upstairs bar. It was a good vantage point. I realized I was one of the few people in the audience wearing a pale pink tshirt, which stood out against all the black. At one point a girl bumped into me and managed to spill her drink down the front of my shirt. I found myself looking down my top trying to dry up the mess. Right then I knew he was watching me. I looked up and he was smirking at me. He had one hand on the mic stand and his head tilted to the side, his wavy hair falling onto his face. He looked breathtaking under the stage lights. He was now singing the song up to me. We didn't break eye contact for a couple of seconds until I finally looked away. I grinned. Up until that point he hadn't acknowledged me - but just at that moment he did. Had he seen me all along? Sneaky bastard!

They didn't play for very long and most of the patrons weren't there to see them which seemed a shame. His voice was amazing...it was so liquid, silky and seductive. It almost felt real; touchable and intimate. Before they walked off stage he said, "We will be sticking around for the rest of the show. Come and say hi to us." I didn't know if I wanted to talk to him. I didn't even know why I had come here in the first place! I decided to head to the bathrooms and then head home. This had already become a long enough detour and I needed to finish working on a paper that was due the next day.

This time I was walking down the stairs from the mezzanine level heading towards the exit. He was standing near the doorway with a drink in hand, talking to a male fan. He casually looked up from the conversation and saw me before cooly looking back down. Fine. I guess this was all a glorious waste of time. I continued walking towards the door. He was suddenly standing along side me. He turned in front of me and smiled warmly, his body language open. "Hi." 

He was only slightly taller than me but I was wearing high heel boots. The first thing that struck me were his eyes. They were a dark, vivid shining blue. So blue that when I finally managed to look away it felt like that blue had been burned into my retinas the way the sun does when you stare directly at it. I looked back up at him. His face was young and handsome but he somehow looked a lot older up close than I thought he should be. I couldn't quite figure out why but it was those eyes. I could sense that he felt me scrutinising him. 

I finally said "Hi."
"Are you leaving so soon?" His voice was just as smooth and seductive as when he sang. But it had a hint of that well travelled European accent. "Yeah. I have a busy schedule tonight. Great performance though." 
I then realised I was looking like a super stalker as I'd only come to see his band/him.
"Thank you," he said smiling flirtatiously. I found myself smiling back. There was an undeniable connection between us. "Will I see you at our next show?" he asked, his incredible blue eyes shining. "When is your next gig?"
"Well, we are actually taking a break for a while. We plan to tour again next year." 
"Oh." I tried to hide my disappointment. He must have sensed it and moved a little closer towards me. The energy between us was intense. He leaned in and whispered, "I hope to see you at our next show." I looked back up into his eyes. To my surprize they seemed different, darker and more wilful. It scared me. I stood frozen for what felt like a long time, but must only have been a couple of seconds. I finally mentally shook myself free of his gaze and stepped backwards. It felt like I had just snapped out of a trance and for some reason it hurt. "Thanks. I've got to go," I stammered. He looked away and then looked back. His face was normal, pleasant and friendly again. "See you soon," he said with a charming smile. "Bye" and with that I walked out the door and into the night. I didn't look back.

I wasn't sure what had just happened. Had I imagined it? The thought "vampire" did cross my mind. But vampires don't exist and vampires aren't real - right?

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