It was the music that drew him in, that ensnared him like the song of the sirens. The vocalist’s words, so eloquent and raw. Her chords reverberating down his spine, sending chills and something more… euphoria. It was a gentle caress, an intangible hand that lovingly slid over his face that drew him into the crowded club. Behind the lyrics lurked a growing chaotic cacophony conspiring to crash forth with gusto as the singing took a momentary pause. Distortion filled the air; in his eyes he saw fingers dancing across a guitar, everything slowed down as their movements blurred and shifted to create such a sound. Following behind came a reverberating sensation that rushed through his skin, causing his hair to stand on end, the bass resonating throughout his bones. And there… there it was behind it all the vivid thump of the drums, his heart keeping beat with them, slowing and stopping in complete rhythm; it drove him on, passed the line of those waiting and bouncer, into the mass of people reveling in the bliss of the sound.
He stood momentarily on the balcony, looking down upon the revelers on the dance floor. In wonderment he realized that individuals could not be singled out, focused upon. The gyrating, thrusting, primal urges taking hold making the group move as one. Like water rolling in waves they danced; through the beat they created unity out of many. Carefully the man walked down the stairs, his legs weak from the enthralling trance of music and dance. In their faces there was a vacant gaze, lost in the pumping beat and soulful lyrics. Jumping to the beat, a living heart of many all thumping in chorus to the pace of the drums. Willing thralls in service to selfish and carnal desires that lurked deep within them. He pushed his way through towards the bar; a mere foreign particle struggling to find its way in the grinding machinery of the dance floor.
Light danced off the bar’s polished obsidian surface; flirting, running, hiding, embracing. Yet the colors seemed subdued, constricted, constrained by the black; unable to escape from their prison. Behind stood the bartender, a weathered man that time had beaten its presence into his skin. From brow to chin, swerving around his features, mark the trail of a scar deep and red; as if infected and never healed. Alcohol was needed, a tremor in his hand signaled that, and the man attempted to gain the barkeeper’s attention. Nothing, not a nod or a disinterested glance was offered in return. His scarred face looking onward into the revelers or perhaps past them, the man couldn’t be certain. But he did catch sight of the barkeeper’s eyes; dead eyes, glazed over, not aware of anything other than the dance floor. They were tired, cold, something lurking beyond… something broken, beaten, and whipped into submission.
Thump. Thump. Thump…
Panicked, he frantically surveyed the club for some shred of sanity; desperately looking for something to hold onto. Down the bar opposite of him, he saw her. A resolve melting smile on her ruby lips, shining white teeth unsheathed to disarm. Clasped around pale white hands and crimson nails was a glass of some dark liquid, which found its way to the bar as she continued to watch him. For a moment there was calm as the two stared at each other, and ended when she stood to cross the floor. Her dress flowed about her like water, gentle waves rustling through the deep blue fabric. Crimson nails slid over the bar, islands of vibrant color in a sea of black. As she strode towards him her onyx hair danced as if alive, falling over her face and obscured her eyes. The woman stopped close to the man and let a single finger wander down his chest. He tried to speak, only to have her cut him off with a look into her eyes, glimmering pools of sky blue that hinted at knowing that she was in control. He remained transfixed, lost in those eyes as she took his hand and lead him towards the dance floor. The bartender looked on, a hint of pity in his eyes.
Thump. Thump. Thump…
Despite the blank stares of the seemingly oblivious dancers, as the man and woman approached the crowd parted to offer passage inside. Much like how an gated had been opened, when the two crossed the threshold it was shut tightly. The man felt terror clawing its way through his mind once more and he found that he had to struggle to look away from the woman who guided him further into the pumping mass. Hands rubbed against him, mapping out his features. The air was hot and thick, claustrophobia set in as he realized he was trapped. Fearful he looked back to the woman with the devilish grin as she leaned in towards him. No. Something was deathly wrong, but what? The closer she came to his face the more terrified he became, his heart pounding at the bars of its cage. He turned to flee, ready to push through the perverse crowd but she stopped him; with a kiss.
Thump. Thump. Thu-
This is the first half of a story I’ve had in my mind for a couple years. Not much I can say about this story other than I do have roughly about the same amount written thus far for the second half of the story. Though I am not nearly as happy with it as I am with what I have posted here.
The issue has been conveying what the woman is after, and what is behind the draw of the music. And from what I can tell I need to go back and rework what she is after and plot out how the dialog needs to flow for it not to sound incredibly contrived and, to be completely honest, retarded. With a lot of luck I may in fact succeed in finishing this story soon. Any thoughts, comments, or criticisms of what I have thus far are of course welcome.