As morbid as that sounds, it's really the only thing I can see stopping us.
Many of you are aware at this point that the entity that is Warhellride has been going for a year. Technically, the 13th marks the first time Jimmy and I met Kristyne, but now is as good of a time as any to recall the memories.
I won't bore you with too many details, but I came to this city 2 years ago with a dream: to mass market a fashion doll that allows children to glamorize the lifestyles of the rich and famous. As it turns out, Mattel got the drop on me with Barbie. Yeah, I've never heard of them either. I suppose a trip to the toy section of any department store could have saved me years of labor and money.
The death of that dream led to a very dark period. I spent months wandering the city strung out on whatever I could smoke, swallow, or inject into my body. There were a few points when I thought I had myself back in control, but then I would pass by a Toys-R-Us and the cycle would begin again. I don't remember the exact month, (such is the case at rock bottom), but all of a sudden I found myself laid out on a couch in what looked like a youth center.
I had spent so much time on the streets doped out of my mind and completely cut off from civilization that I invented my own language. I had almost forgotten what English sounded like. When I finally came around, I reacted like any one would in my position, I let out a terrible howl and hid in between the walls. It's not that I was ungrateful, but I was in a strange situation and I wanted to feel safe. I may not have known where I was, but I did know that wherever it was, was better than the streets.
I think the people that ran the establishment and I were on the same page. After a few days of living out of site and surviving on cheese from rat traps and rats caught in said traps, I began to notice that plates of food were being left out at night. One night, when I was sure it was safe, I crept down from the rafters and ate like a king. This continued for sometime until one night, I ended up passing out on one of the couches. I awoke in the morning to a kindly voice asking if I was alright, I'm assuming. Having realized my lapse in judgement, I scrambled back to the safety of isolation. I had a feeling she was the one who had been leaving the food.
She kept calling out to the walls in hopes that I could hear her words. Unbeknown to her, I could hear every word, but I couldn't comprehend any of it. This womans voice was probably what ended up saving me. I would hide by her office when she made phone calls and pretend that she was talking to me. I fell in love with that voice. I told myself that I would re learn English just for the chance to one day approach her and say, "Hello."
One night, I heard music coming from downstairs. It turned out the building was a venue. It wasn't always the best bands, but one thing I did remember from my before life was my love of music.
The months went by and eventually a routine was established. I would spend my days hiding in the attic, listening to people talk, and re adjusting to a normal life. At night, I would come down and eat the food that was left for me and help out any ways I could. Sometimes I would make repairs to the electronics. Other nights I would repair any structural damage to the building. The people who maintained the venue and I were happy with this arrangement. That is...until one fateful evening.
It was another music night and I was taking my position to listen. This night was different because there was something about this band. Their sound was like nothing I had ever heard before. I listened in, more eager than I had any other group at this point. I don't know what happened inside me, but I knew it was time for something bold. After their set, I crept down and approached them. It was a good thing I decided to talk to the guitarist, as he was the kindest of the group. My English wasn't perfect at this time, but I did well enough. He said his name was "Jimmy". We had a great conversation about music and his band, Capital Eye. As it turned out, they were looking for a 2nd guitar player. I mentioned that in my before life, I used to play guitar. It was such a relief to talk to another person face to face that I completely let my guard down.
It was this temporary lapse in concentration that allowed "her" to get the drop on me. The woman who had been giving me hope all this time, the woman who's voice I had fallen in love with was standing right behind me. She put her hand on my shoulder and spoke my name with an angel's tongue. Under normal circumstances, I would have freaked out and probably bitten her hand, but she was no ordinary woman. The combination of her heavenly touch and melodious voice told me right away that there was no threat.
I turned slowly to face my savior. She was so beautiful that when I went to open my mouth to say that fateful "Hello", nothing came out. Our conversation that night wasn't long, but it was just what I needed to get on with my life. She said she had been watching Jimmy and I have a conversation. She said she was so touched not just to see me on the floor, but actually interacting with another person that she didn't want to interrupt right away.
I tried to express my love for her, but it turned out she had been listening in on our conversation. She understood my feelings for her were perfectly normal, but I belonged with Capital Eye. I protested on the grounds of our love could be, but she knew better. Eventually, she convinced me to go with the band, who were more than happy to take me along. Her and I shared a single tender embrace that said more about how we felt about each other than a long, tedious relationship ever could. I told her that she would always have a place in my heart for what she did for me. As I turned to leave, I looked back one last time to catch the reflection of a single tear in her eye as I walked out of the club and out of her life forever.
Long story short, things didn't work out with Capital Eye right away. By the time they did, it was time for fresh beginnings. That's were Warhellride comes in.
