Where We Left Off

Chapter 17

The event is less than painless, it's actually incredible. The details of the connections to the theme 'Blood Bath' is accurate, it's better calling the event than unoriginal title The Red Party. The surroundings is all red: the lighting is ruby tone, the white walls are cover with red paint spotter all over and the floors, there are paintings where red is the main use of color, photographies been red-tinted lighting, hell even the people's clothing - including ourselves - are going with the following the theme by wearing red. I mean the invites did stated at the bottom with capital letters: MUST WEAR RED.

I'm currently wandering around on my own, browsing at the artworks by myself. Simon and I pretty went our separate ways after we did the introductions while trying not to break character when Simon called me his date, pretending to be fluttered when someone says that we make a cute couple, after five of them saying that I excused myself to grab a drink. I did meet a lot of interesting people and not so interesting, some were actually of full of shit. I don't understand why influencers are here, like I understand social media has huge part in putting names out there, however it's easily manipulating the source of just doing it for the clout. Like stop taking selfies and creating vlogs, and just embrace the experience.

I went through a couple in-experience rooms, the balloon room was fascinating, where the balloons were floating around, by touching them makes them turns different shades of being lighter or darker, some can light-up. It feels like being inside of a lava lamp. Another room was completely dark, a total blackout, yet every step on the floors creates a bright red footprint and same thing happens with the walls where you can create red handprints. This event is so unexpected, installations can be interactive, showing people that art can be touched, an unconventional approaches to connect with the community, and an expansion of creativity.

I end up finding Simon looking at headless statue with a dragger on its back.

We both turn our heads to the side. "What do you it mean?" Simon asks.

"Headless fools can get stab in the back."

"Profound."

"More literal."

We faced each other, sharing a laugh. Seeing other statues, talking about how we both never really cared for them. I mentioned I took a pottery class in college for a quarter, it was fun for the most of the time but I hated getting covered of cray and my hands being grey and dry. He nods his head, keeping his attention on me and expressed he's willing to take the class.

"I'm about to get another drink. You would like another glass of wine?" Simon asks, noticing my empty glass in my hand.

"No thank you. This is my second, but I would love a water?" Drinking too much red wine gets me a headache. I'm glad I had a couple of those mini beef sliders, or I would been a little tipsy. 

"I'll be right back." Simon makes his way to the bar.

As I wait for him, my attention was caught by unique canvas hung on the wall. Its full giant white board cover of shattered tiny pieces of glass. This artwork is completely different from the others I seen. There's multiple different colors: pink, orange, green, blue, and very little of red.  It's beautiful, I think the artist broke a lot of vases and glue them on randomly, not caring about the placement.

"This piece is wonderful, yes?" I jumped a little, turning around to see the source of the voice. A man was standing a little too for comfort. I'm able to smell his strong cologne. He has to be in his late twenties, wearing a red knitted cardigan, skinny black jeans with black boots. I take a step back to create more space between us.

"Umm, it is." I responded shortly. I'm not trying to be rude, but I don't like to be sneak up on.

"It's mine." the man brags, while taking another sip of his drink.