There was a girl that lived in a tree. The stories would say her voice was heard from a mile away and from all over the sea.
I found myself sitting next to the fountain. The sun was still shining and the town was still alive with vendors and people walking around. I was wrapped around with a brown blanket, but had no clue how it got there. I looked up and saw a street vendor selling blankets just like it. I got up and rushed to him. “Who gave me this?” I asked him. He looked at me and at the blanket; then he just pointed down the street to a tall blond woman that was walking down. I started running down the street trying to catch up with her, but the more I ran the farther she went. It was like every single opstacle possible wound get in my way! I bumped into two kids that were running around, then into an apple stand and made a mess! The lady in the stand started yelling at me for the mess I had done, but I kept running! I wanted to catch that woman! I almost had her when I heard my name being called. I froze like ice! I hadn’t heard my name since I left my old life. I turned around, scared for my life.
Paul was standing there waving at me with a huge smile. When I realized it was him I turned to see the lady, but it was too late, she was gone. I tuned back to Paul; said hi back and asked him if he had seen that blond woman before. He looked at me like if I was crazy. He then looked around and said he couldn’t see any blond women around. “There aren’t that many blonds here, so if you saw one, I am sure you will see her again. You probably were just dreaming, I saw you napping by the fountain earlier, and gave you that blanket. You looked cold.” He said.
I looked at him very confused. Then, I decided to smile and act cool about it. I didn’t want the only person that knew my name to think I was crazy. “Thanks you for the blanket, that was very kind of you! The sound of the fountain was very soothing and I can see myself falling asleep next to it. Can I buy you a drink as a thank you curtesy?” I asked him. I figured if someone knew about blonds in this town, it had to be him. Having a drink might give me a clue on who she is. I knew from my bones she was real, I had seen her, felt her energy run through every vain in my body. It was not a dream, I had such a vivid memory of her. I just wasn’t sure what the memory was about.
We walked to Pauls favorite bar, which for my surprise it was very cute. It had whiskey barrels cut in half all over the walls, and inside them there were bottles of wine, beer and some other weird blue liquor. Then the tables were very nice solid pieces of wood, all in different natural shapes. They looked like tree trunks but with a modern touch. The bar wasn’t to bright but it wasn’t too dark either. There was a jazz band in the back playing some really nice wind instruments making the room feel light and calm. He brought two whiskeys and two wines to the table and gave me one of each. I told him my intentions were friendly, and I didn’t know we were planning on getting drunk. He looked at me and laughed. “I am not trying to get you drunk. These are my two favorite drinks and I think you are going to love them. Also the show is about to start and I am sure we both wont want to miss it by getting up for drinks.” Then he signaled me to the singer of the band.
A tall blond lady. The tall blond lady. I was sure of it, it was her. I started walking straight to the front. Hypnotized. I couldn’t believe it. Was it the same woman that bumped me earlier? The closer I got the more confused I felt. I was walking into dense water. The closer I tried to get, the harder it was to move. No matter how hard I tried, I just wouldn’t move any faster. It started to feel impossible to move forward. A hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me out of the water. Paul signaled me a chair and we both sat in the 3rd row from the front. “It’s about to start.” He said.
The pianist started playing, then the drums joined in with a latin soft vibe. They set the mood for a relaxing but energetic show. The piano was soft and romantic but the drums where more folkloric and full of body. When the room was getting full of melodic rhythms, the microphone started singing. Waves of multiple colors converted the room into an ocean. A sea of colors that only I could see. Hypnotized once more, I couldn’t stop looking at her. The way her lips moved as the words would come out of her mouth made rhythms I hand never heard before. The way she would move around the stage made it seem like a we were all swimming in a pool of dreams. She was a mermaid in her own sea. A sea she was creating as her songs filled the space. Beat after beat more people joined the dance floor. And we were all hypnotized by her beauty and her songs. It felt like hours! Hours of looking at her straight at her eyes, hours of indulging on the beauty even though she wasn’t looking back!
The drummer went into a solo, and in his tunes, the ocean tides went back slowly clearing the room back to normal. Everyone started clapping and whistling at the band! So much energy, so much joy! She got the microphone once more and introduced the band. Then she thanks all of us for coming and announces they would be back next week with some new tunes. I got up and told Paul I was going too grab us beers. I knew I would need the liquid courage to talk to her. I got up went to the bar and grab three beers. One for me, one for Paul and one for her. I handed him one beer and then went straight to the blond as she was getting off stage. I looked straight at her eyes and handed her the beer. “Hello stranger, thank you for the journey you took us on.” I said. “I am no stranger M, you just don’t know it yet.” She said back to me.