Sweet Transvestite – Day 196 – Rocky Horror

Heidi told me she’d been humming songs from Rocky Horror. So I’ve used Sweet Transvestite for today’s musical prompt. The task is to interpret the mood and the tune not the lyrics (although I’ve used them for inspiration too today). I noticed the stunted nature of the song and the theme of anticipation. So here we go…

“What are those stockings Darryl?”

“I wanted to tell you sooner Dad… it’s mine.”

“Oh…”

“I wear them. I know you won’t like it.”

“Well…”

“I can move out if you want.”

“Actually…”

“I know you’ll want me to change. I’ve tried. But I can’t”

“Darryl! Shut up!”

“Sorry Dad”

..

.

“You’re not leaving. I don’t want you to change. I just wanted to ask what denier they are. Mine always get holes in them. I’ve known since you were little.”

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Reflection – Day 195 – Nothingness Living Colour

 

The challenge this week is to interpret the mood and pace of a song into a story. Not the lyrics, just the sounds and feeling.

noticed around 39 seconds it got quite deep and menacing and then toward the very end it’s quite light and dainty. 

I could always feel James’ tiny dark eyes watching as the arguing started. No matter how many times I told him to go to bed, I could always feel them on the back of my neck as fists and furniture made contact with my face.

We left when James was 5. I hoped James was young enough not to remember. But when he got to highschool I knew he hadn’t forgotten. He looked at me after a hard day at school and I could see everything he’d witnessed reflected in those tiny dark eyes. His knuckles found the indent made by his father.

I was scared. I felt guilty. We should have left earlier. I should have tried harder to stop him seeing. But when I looked back into those dark eyes again the memories were blurring, distorted by tears. He never found that indent again.

James has children of his own now. When I look into their tiny shining eyes I can see their memories reflecting back at me, and I feel a huge wave of relief.There are no knuckles, no indents, just gentle soft palms and big warm arms.