Foundation or Delusion

So, this week I have been getting the silent treatment from CM.

Ok. Whatever. The thing about that power play is it only works if the other person is desperate to see or talk to you.

So, it ain't workin.

Wednesday, being VD, I was busy all day, but I got an email half way through the day.

A band I saw back in Nov was playing that night. At one of my favorite bars. Hmmm?

When I caught them in Nov, they were opening for another band who I actually had come to see. This opening band was great, very soulful, but the best point was the incredibly beautiful lead singer. I tried to buy her a drink, but many more were before me, so I settled on just talking to her. It was brief, but long enough to get my name on the mailing list.

To which brought me the email.

Driving home from rehearsal on Wednesday, I passed by the bar, and remembered the email. I knew they weren't going on for awhile, and I was already tired, but I pulled in. Got a drink and found a nice spot to sit where I was still lit enough that somebody, say onstage, could see me.

She passed through the room and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She has the demeanor of a rare flower that has only known shade. However her effect on the room as she demurely passes through it is like a brush fire spreading in the wind.

Onstage, she refuses to look at the audience, except when she makes a mistake, at which point she holds the audience's gaze with a mix of defiance and self mocking enthusiasm. Her voice is powerful. POWERFUL.

She sings of tragedy, as any good country based singer should.

After the set, I sized up the situation. From the looks of her friends, I guess she is mid twenties in age. Maybe too young.

Many an alternative, bearded hunk buzzed around her, and she did become flirty, but nobody seems to hold that special spot. At least, not that night.

I made my move.

Introduced myself. Told her when I saw her last, and how I got onto her mailing list. She was excited to see someone she didn't know come for her. I began to tell her how soulful she is, when a girl next to me, I don't know if she is a friend or not, began to interrupt.

She talked about how this singer is like an angel descended from the sky that you feel a close affection for, but that you can't grab hold of.

The singer, MR, just smiled with bemusement. Then she looked at me and said, I'm an angel.

At which point, I became hysterical. I got all worked up, and said, She took my line! I was going to use the angel descended, cant grab hold of bit! I wrote it out over there at the table, and she must have peeked. That's the last time I sit by you, missy!

The singer laughed. She felt awkward, I could tell, but I wasn't sure if it was from my force of humor, or the strange girl I was fake yelling at. I thanked her for a great performance again, and said I saw she was playing on Sunday, and that I would try to make it then too.

Now, I ask myself. Should I go for it? I made enough of an impression that if I go to the venue on Sunday and talk to her again, I will probably be remembered. That is the foundation.

But, is this tragic, young singer with all her super power suitors really something I think I can get? You know, as I write this, my thought is... one way to find out.

Looks like I'm going to be hearing some country tragedy on Sunday.