Sweet Dreams...

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“Lee, play me..” The tall skinny girl with long brown hair, dressed just in her black lace bra and panties sat next to him on sofa. Her skin was white as a snow and her nails were painted bloody red color. He touched her face.

“Not now my Beautiful..” She whined as a little baby. “Everybody leave now..” He said loud. I got ready to leave a room.

“Not you miss Keller.” He stopped me. His groupies left. They gave me a dirty looks on their way out.

“Come here.” He tapped the sofa on the empty space next to him. I sat on the sofa next to him but as far as I could. I checked some of his tatoos he had on his arm. Strange faces which were blend with shadows and evil looking animals..

“Do you have some?” He asked.

“What?”

“Tattoos..”

“No. I don't.” I always wanted some, but at first I was so afraid of pain and now I just feel too old to get one.

“I collect them all my life...every time I experience somethig what makes me grow inside I get one.”

He pull something from the pocket of his leather pants. It was a small sack with some red powder in it.

“When did you get your first one?”

“Very long time ago...” He opened the sack a put some of the powder in empty glass.

“Which one is the first one?” I tried to keep the conversation so I can get at least something from him.

“The one you can not see yet...” He said with chortling smile and poured some water in to the glass to mix it with the red powder. Water turn into dark red liquid, which looked like a blood to me. He took big sip and offered me some too.

“No, thank you. I'm not thirsty..” I tried to reject him kindly.

“Come on Miss Keller, how can you get to know me whithout cooperation?”

“I'm not drinking it...I don't know what it is. I don't do  drugs..”

“ I do not either...”

One of his crew members came in and interruped us. He came up to Liam and whispered something into  his ear.

“It's time.”

I love music, I love to dance.. Liam was standing on the stage with screaming crowd under him. I joined the crowd. I was at the first raw  looking up to him as he stood in front of microfone with all those lights behind him. He sang alone with his quitar... And when he started to play, all room stood there in the silence. His voice was deep and soft..It seemed like balm for the soul. I had no idea what was he singing about for a sometime...I could not focus on his words for some reason. There was a smoke floading around him, its seemed like its moving in the rhythm of his guitar. At one poit, the smoke was floading towards me. I felt it on my skin...it was warm and comforting...It felt like it's touching me and making me lighter...I closed my eyes and I was rocking to the waves of his music..

I was light as a feather. I felt like i'm transpaternt. Somebody's hands were touching my back, my stomach and my legs , making me raise higher. I touched the hand, which reached for my breast..it was a a girl's hand, she had a long black hair and dark eyes.. She lean towards me.

“..she was staning under the burning tree, she was singing a song filled with ache..through the ashes she could see the flames, making love with the lake...”

My eyes locked with Liam's.

“..burn..burn my sweet babygirl,don't be scare to touch the flames..under my pillow I hide your  soft curl, as trophy of those games...”

I felt nauseous. I tried to push people out of my way to the restrooms. The cold sweat was sitting on my forehead and it felt dry inside of my mouth. There is nothing worse than ladies restrooms..the line was all the way to exit. I had no time to wait..i run upstairs to the exit. When I felt a fresh air of the Friday night on my face, I could not hold it anymore and I did vomit on a side of street. I pushed my arm agains the wall of the building and I was breathing deeply. I got back inside when i felt better. I sat at the bar for the rest of his performance. When he was done he sent the same bouncer to take me back to his back room.

This time he was shirtless, smoking a cigarette. His hat was on the floor next to his shirt and shoes.

“Did you enjoy?” He asked me pouring himself some whisky.

“You very talented..” I think that mentionig the fact, that his singing made me vomit is not  the best compliment.

“Whisky?”

“Yes..” I think I need it for my upset stomach. He handled me a glass. “Thank you.”

Liam made himself comfortable on his sofa..he put his feet on the table.

“So what you think? What did you feel?”

I shrugged my shoulders and sat on the small wooden chair close to the big mirror by his left  side.

“To be completely honest with you..i have no idea. It was strange experience.” I took a big sip of the whisky.

“Tell me.” He seemed he was very interested with my feedback. “What you saw?”

“Saw? You...people...”

“Who?”

“Your fans..”

He smiled like he knows something what I don't know. “Do you like to play a games?” He put his drink on the table. I really was not in a mood for this...I wanted do my interview and be done with this.

“Come to sit next to me.” I did.

“Close your eyes.” I did.

He asked me what am I projecting in my mind. I said I see a bird. He asked which kind of the bird.

“..raven..”

“Where is he?”

“ He is sitting on the roof of the house with red roof...”

Raven's feathers were shining in the light of the sun. He spread his wings like he wanted to fly away, but he stayed. There was a dream chatcher hanging from the roof..I saw dark clouds rolling in..and the foot steps marked in muddy pathway heading to the forest...Wait a minute! I knew that forest...i knew that house with red roof...