Halo'ed Be Thy Name

Halo'ed Be Thy Name

The History for Dummies almanac had been on page 2 for about fifty two minutes. I mercilessly sat over it, strangulating the now disfigured rear cover each time my 'aspiring to be long' hair canopied the even more disfigured six string which lay teased on my lap. Strains of Nirvana reverberated in my bedroom and this redundant vista continued, only occasionally interjected with the wiping of my nose. I being all of Sixteen had to do what ‘sixteen year olds’ do – I planned an ‘all night rock pandemonium session’ (enthusiastically referring to the thesaurus to christen it). After an hour, however, the music gradually seemed to fade out.

The centre of my window seemed bright. Now high on Cobain (or feebly attempting to) I drowsily wondered if that was a compliment to my shiny teeth. The spot grew to the size of a fist. Maybe it was my sparkling eyes then. It radiated further – now vivid, I got livid. It lured me, even with a essence of purpose. My senses fashioned feelings which made me believe that I had been made to see this light – feel this light – and eventually be the light. My chewed nails set off towards it. I exited into the balcony. My eyes remained fixed on the glow. It seemed to sense my ponderings and called out to me by a twinge in my nerves. It was soft and warm but not an ally of the eyes. It moved – slow; fast! It reminded me of the celebrated spotlight around Mr. Bond and I was obliged to ‘die another day’. My vision was compelled to give in as the aura encircled me.

Then the silence died. Loud roars, cheers raced in. The light, now huge and all around me grew brighter and flickered in different shades constantly. Ten million brown and black dots were ahead. Their round white sockets pierced seared through me like the million pixels of album art of a classic album. I made a swift move. They roared at the distorted and overdriven noise. Adrenalin surged through me. I was ecstatic. I took off the guitar around my neck, threw it up in air and stage dived into the ecstasy – the energy.

The fall awoke me and I lay on the floor at the foot of the bed for a few moments waiting for the adrenalin to die out and an essence of grief to settle in. I compared the reflection of my dreamy face with the star studded one I had just seen; and lugged myself into the balcony. It was dark – just dark. I faked a countenance of maturity and smiled at the nostalgia. Over-riding it a bit, I picked up a rock and threw it up at the stars – it came down faster than I thought and knocked me out cold. The light returned…