ideas

Here's something I wrote (for those of you who thought I'd never get around to it) as part of a bigger project (fiction for those of you trying to read something dark and evil into this). Trying to solve a problem of flashbacks and working on character development all at the same time.

The day we met.

You know how sometimes you can feel someone’s presence. You sense someone staring at you, you look up and sure enough… Sometimes it’s so strong that you know your life is about to change. That’s how it was on the day we met.
I was downstairs in the bar of the hotel the band was staying in, Holiday Inn maybe. I was writing something, a set of lyrics, or something. And I literally felt the room change. I looked up and reflecting in a bar mirror on the wall I saw you walk in. I had never seen anything like you before. I’d seen beautiful women, it was a perk of being a musician, but never with the confidence that you had. Jet black hair, denim, softness and confidence, I was defenseless and you walked by me slowly, and you had me.
I watched you then, studied the way you moved. Watched you interact with the bartender. Watched your fingers work the label of the beer bottle, slowly peeling it away. Watched you watch me…watching you.
I was nervous. The connection between us was evident, what to do about it not so obvious. And just when I thought I’d be forced into some lame awkward attempt at a line you walked right to me and sat down.
I remember the first words we spoke. You, “You know, you’re kinda easy to track down”, me, “didn’t know I was supposed to be hiding.” And then that smile, a smirk really, which I’ve come to know well. With that cute little smirk and all its nuances, you could say a thousand different things with the slightest change of a lip or tilt of the head.
I knew my life had just changed, I just didn’t know how much. Everything I had looked for was right there, yet I had no control. Even then I knew your life was your own, and what you might share with me I had little power over. I didn’t know if your life was brushing by mine in a magical fleeting moment; inspiration for song. I certainly didn’t know this moment would lead me here so many years later, telling the story of our life.