Twoset Shorts

It is I-the Twoset stalker

I was prepared for my mission. Knew what I had to do. The black Practice hoodie over dark leggings was the perfect outfit to wear this special evening. It'd make me disappear in the darkness inside the venue.

Twoset wasn't really meant to play in Norway from the start, that's why I was so surprised to see Oslo lit up on one of their Facebook stories only a month or so before. I was probably one of the first ones to even get my ticket. I was so afraid it would sell out before I even got to it, I set my alarm to scream at me even ten minutes before the tickets would be released. And of course, I had gotten myself an early bird-password. I was safe.

The venue was filled to the brim with Lingling wannabe's. At least I think so, it looked like it when I went to find my seat.
Strategically I'd chosen a seat far on the one side, aisle, so I didn't have to bother anyone when I eventually had to stand up and leave mid-performance. Out there on the side it was darker and more silent than the busy middle rows. Even more so, I had chosen a seat in the front row, not because I wanted to come closer to the stage or even be able to see anything more, from my angle, that wouldn't be the case anyhow. Oslo konserthus is kind of weird built like that. You can probably say I had one of the least attractive seats. But that didn't really bother me. Seeing them performing on stage wasn't my mission this evening after all.

The anticipation yo!! It was growing in my stomach, fast.
Like everyone else, I was sooo excited!
Or even more...

Sophie Oui oui was the one to start the show, entering the stage alone, poor thing. She told us Brett was plagued by some Jetlag and needed a nap before coming on. In the meantime she'd be playing something by Liszt, a piece I'd never heard before, but then again, I'm no pianist and this was also not what I had come here for.

In my head I was contemplating how to execute my plan the best possible way, without getting caught or upsetting someone along the way. I'm not gonna lie, my plan was already fully formed, it was not to be changed in any way, I knew very well what to do, it's all due to my catastrophic thinking.

A loud bang from the piano as Sophie was belting out some hard, attacking chords, jolted me awake.
She'd snapped a string. That poor piano couldn't handle her Liszt. But she kept bravely going.
When the piece was finished, our two guys waddled onto the stage, in their wellknown awkward strange kind of way.
Sophie looked genuinely upset and apologised, before they took some seconds inspecting the problem. Turned out the piano worked fine for further performing after all. The concert was ready to begin.

Due to some previous investigation I knew their programme, I knew what to expect. I knew that quite early in the performance every single light would get killed as a part of the show. It'd get very very dark, I knew this venue like the back of my hand, having worked here for ages. That was years ago though, before I got the boot, God only knows why.
There was my cue, nobody was able to see their own hand in front of their faces, only the green lamp from the emergency exit was still lit. That didn't help anyone, and if someone was to have seen me in my seat before, they wouldn't be able to tell where I went, only thing they knew was, by the time the lights were back, I was gone.

I was able to find the backstage corridor with my eyes closed, which was a good thing, but I waited until the house lights were back on, before I pulled the door open, avoiding light from the corridor seeping into the venue, exposing me. Thankfully everyone was way too busy keeping track on what was going on at the stage, and I could close the door behind me, ever so softly.
Heading my way over to the dressing rooms, I heard footsteps from further down the corridor, and I held my breath, while a crew member rounded the corner, opened the door out to the foyer and disappeared. I was just about to take the next step forward when the door to one of the dressing rooms opened, and the stage manager shuffled out. I was lucky, the door opened towards me, that means it blocked his view in my direction just as he left the doorframe.
It occured to me that this could turn out to be a rather dangerous adventure, but thanks to my high sensitivity I was good. My hearing is excellent. And thanks to my quite short and thin body frame I can sneak inside and hide pretty much everywhere.
I reached for the rucksack I was keeping under my hoodie and pulled it out.
I was searching for something.
Whatever it was, it didn't matter, as long as it was something that had belonged to one of them.
A note on the door which the stage manager just left out of, told me that was the right one. Their dressingroom. That saved me a lot of time. I was dreading if I was having to search through them all, IF that was. My experience told me usually they'll keep all the other dressing rooms not in use for the evening, locked. AND there is almost always a note on the door to tell the musicians where to go. But my what ifs had already prepared for the worst. Fortunately it seemed like I was lucky today.