Rapt
Mister is a quiet man. He is composed and thoughtful. I have never seen him lose his temper, nor have I had cause to worry about mood swings. His manner in general is calm.
That is when he is in public.
In private, he is a wolf. All passion and fire and hunger. Instinctually feeding his lusts.
There is only one occasion when these two sides to him come together, where the fire and the composure meet and combust. That is when he plays. Mister is a guitarist. He plays bass, electric and acoustic. Around our two-bedroom flat I can spot five guitars. There are more still at his parents’ place. I have never seen him play on stage, but with his latest venture into the foray of band-playing with some acquaintances, this could be brought to fruition within the next six or so months.
I dig guitarists. I fantasise about the day I see my man on the stage. The concentration on his face when he plays is mesmerising. All that focus and channelled energy to his fingers, strumming frantically, the rhythm, the sound and the buzz flowing through his body. I can see it all.
I want to be there when he plays on stage. Or wherever – the corner of a pub, I don’t care. I just want to be there at the front, gazing at him, both of us lost in the moment – he in the music, I in my adoration. The thought makes my heart heavy and light, oozing with warmth and adrenaline. I know how much he practises, I know how much music means to him, the band, the sound they are trying to generate. They have a hybrid mix of genre and style. Their name is amusing and satirical. Very dry humour – him all over.
When that day comes, I will be there. His roadie, tagging along to carry his equipment. His groupie, starstruck and, oh yes, I will be sleeping with that guy on the stage afterwards. The moment he finishes I will there there to meet him with a kiss and an embrace. Quick, excited and electrified. Echoing his playing.
That is my dream. And it Will come true. Soon. It’s been almost six years in the making, but I can feel it’s not far off.
Innocent Loverboy said,
May 9, 2009 at 11:32 pm
Who’s that playing the nice bass in the picture?
ladypandorah said,
May 10, 2009 at 6:38 pm
It’s not Mister, alas. I pinched it from deviantart.com. Such a pilferer. Mayhap I’ll have a session with him and his guitar and my camera some time. If he’s willing.
x
silverarcheress said,
May 10, 2009 at 9:25 pm
I have to agree about guitarists. Something about the way they handle the guitar and watching the fingers fly! Even guys I don’t particularly fancy become objects of obsession when I see them play. Mmm
ladypandorah said,
May 11, 2009 at 7:24 pm
Obsession…yes. Dangerous, dark obsession. I like to drown in it from time to time. Playing on the edge.
No. I don’t know what I’m on about either. Just having a moment.
:-s
The Drinker said,
May 18, 2009 at 8:32 pm
I love being a groupie! (Although I think technically a groupie has to sleep with all of them and I only want my guitarist.)
Boys who use their fingers skillfully should be able to translate that. Maybe that’s why I go for computery guys… Something about the touchtyping…
Also passion is so attractive in a man; no matter what they love, the fact that they love something is important. I love listening to the Boy getting all animated about comics. I just want to squish him!
xx
ladypandorah said,
May 18, 2009 at 8:48 pm
Ah..the tangled terminology of gigging. I’ll stick to what I do best, and let him deal with that.
Quite loving your ‘animated about the comics’ comments there
Welcome back, btw!
LadyP x
The Drinker said,
May 19, 2009 at 3:02 pm
Yeah, sorry for disappearing. I’m so rubbish. Internet at home is sporadic and it’s not as if I can look at these blogs at work!
I think I had a bit of a funk for a while, writer’s block and getting myself down about future things, but should be back out of it now. Back to writing odd posts in odd grammar formations as usual!
xx
Omnibusologist said,
May 20, 2009 at 4:52 pm
Beware of other groupies.
ladypandorah said,
May 29, 2009 at 6:28 pm
Drinker – No worries. You need to distance yourself from things whether it’s from people, places or the web. Just glad you came back as I do enjoy your grammatical formations, ol’ Molly.
Omnibusologist – I shall keep my blinkers peeled!
LadyP xx