I'm doing a creative writing course and tonight had to produce 250 words in the present tense about a personal memory. We were supposed to try to include sensory perceptions & 'fix the memory in time.' Not sure if I've done that, but this is what came out - if you have the time to read it, then thanks, and please post any comments & tell me if you think it's rubbish. Hope it's OK to post this here, btw. It's a true reflection, in case you're wondering.
I am sitting 8 rows back from the stage at the Bournemouth Pavilion. There is a spare seat beside me and a pretty girl - quite tall, brown hair, lots of teeth but not in a bad way - appears and says, 'Ah, that's the one,' as she indicates, and then occupies, the seat next to me. There is some sort of connection between us, but I can't work it out. My mind is too busy.
The lights go down and a cheer goes up. A cheer much louder than I was expecting, and the crowd - 1000 people who've never met - suddenly turns into a congregation, which somehow feels good. Now we're all in it together: true believers who've found each other. The Finn Brothers arrive on stage, and crikey, there he is, right in front of me - Neil Finn, the singer/songwriter who provided the soundtrack to my former life in Australia. The band start playing and I am instantly bathed in pleasure - is this what it's like to take drugs? - then Neil says, 'Are you ready to sing?' and before waiting for an answer, strums the opening bars of a song called 'Four Seasons In One Day,' whilst inviting the crowd to sing along. I love this song. I sang along to this song in my living room in Melbourne when I was feeling lonely and trapped 10000 miles away from home. Now I am home and I sing the song. I mean I really, really sing it. I sing it out loud at the top of my voice. The girl next to me really sings it too, and her eyes are moist with tears. A thousand of us sing it. Now I'm crying, and thank God it's dark and no-one - well, almost no-one apart from the girl - can see me.
Nothing has happened to me - I mean, all I’ve done is sat in a seat and sung along to a song - and yet everything has happened to me. Stuff I thought was stashed in the 'Do Not Disturb' compartment of my brain has been unlocked in an instant. And that girl next to me knows it.