two more days
2. little mystery
march-dec 24 – little mystery
Our storylines first collided at RLA Fred show 3, and that evening part of me was forever lost in your lingering eye contact. A wednesday night, but you convinced me to go to afters, and we danced so freely, your eyes lighting up when you recognised each track ID. A fleeting moment that felt like the whole world stepped back for just you and I, a niche PG edit reverberated through the dimly lit Sub-club walls.
I thought over that night for a while, as the first genuine connection I felt post-long-term relationship, but naturally the chaos of the year took over.
You flew down for Melb Boiler room and when I arrived to pres with the whole crew, my heart stopped when our eyes connected after many months. I forgot what it was like to be within your presence, a nauseous sickness, butterflies fighting to escape my stomach, heart pounding like a kick drum in my chest. We danced so hard again and shared some blissful moments, where the pressure and stress of my life completely melted away. From that night, all I could think about was seeing you again in Sydney.
BR SYD came, a personal celebration of my achievements this year, spent with the people whom I love and care about, all connected through the Fred discord. A foreign city for me, but the place you call home, everything a new experience, a different context, a complete abstraction of the typical thought patterns and mental habits of a Melbourne event. It felt like a dream, cheeks sore from the grin you couldn't wipe off my face, the whole crew dancing our hearts out.
A few of us escaped to SOS in the main warehouse, to a dark corner with space and the next moment we kissed. The hypnotic rhythms, the deep bass one feels within, melodies charging across your body, entwined with the sparks of our physical connection, our storylines meeting at a defining moment for both our characters.
Our journeys will continue, together if the writers are any good. In retrospect, it only seems more fleeting and magical as each day goes by. The present will unfold how it will, but I hope you're in it.