fff#53

this fff proved a huge challenge for me for reasons i can't explain. nevertheless, thanks to jj for providing the starter: i saw her/him through the smoke... thanks to my dreams for inspiration.

i saw her through the smoke and the crowd like i did every thursday night. she never missed a show. guitar in hand, every thursday i would stand under the dim stage lights of that shitty basement bar and wait for her. she would stroll in each week about half way through my set to watch me, and i knew it. she was beautiful and something about her constant gaze made me incredibly curious as i watched her watching me.

she would only stop staring when she danced to a few certain songs – songs i had now learned to play later in my set when i was sure she’d be there to enjoy them. watching her body move was voyeuristic, to say the least. even with the bar full of smoke and drunks, it often felt like she was dancing just for me and I was playing just for her. this relationship lasted months. each week would find her closer and closer to the stage until she was finally right up front. she would dance for me, i would sing to her, but still, we would never talk.

it was a beautiful romance, and i never even knew her name.