Taking a break from my rock star life I had decided to wonder around town a bit, soon finding myself at an art exibit. Most of the art that hung on the walls where photographs, some showing a horror scene of some sort, scene of little kids around a puppy, wildlife, animals, and other types of scenes for different moods. Also mixed up with the photographs were paintings. One that really caught my eyes was of a male violinist siting on a bench playing, behind him, lurking in the dark mass of blues and purples, was a slender female with a crazed grin. Further back I could barely make out the shape of a grand piano.
In the female's fists was a length of wire, a tear trickled down from her non existant eye, up along her arms were slashes that slowly oozed out crimson liquied. The violinist didn't look non the wiser at his up coming demise.
"Now that's a horrible way to die..." a soft voice giggled next to me. I turned slightly to see a young woman with long dark auburn hair with brown streaks, that was pulled back in a sloppy ponytail, and a curvy body. Hanging from a strap around her neck was a Nikon D60. She wore thick black framed stereotipical emo glasses that worked nicely with her pale skin. Her wine stained lips were pulled into a small smile as she looked at me with one jewled blue eye and one jewled green eye. "To think that your partner and/or lover killing you while you're in a moment of pure bliss. Just enjoying yourself as you write a sonnet for the one you cherish most..."
She shrugged simply as she went looking back at the painting. "You don't look like you fit in with the rest of these guys..." her cool enchanting voice crooned softly, snapping a few pictures of the people standing and chatting. All of them were dressed really fancy. I chuckled at her statement, pulling at the leather collar I wore around my neck. I was still dressed in my leather pants, studded belt, and random black shirt I had laying around my house. Over that I was wearing a leather vest and on my feet were all black Converses high tops.
"You don't fit in either." I pointed out. She wore a large white sweart that said I L♥ve Metal, a black tank top under it that I could only see that it said Sex, Drugs..., black and purple plaid punk school girl skirt, semi-captive hoops, purple and black stripped knee highs, shin high black and white Converse boots with purple laces, she wore an assortment of braclets on her left wrist along with a skeletal hand shaped braclet on her right hand and wrist. My eyes moved down to her navel to see that it was pierced and a Dreamcatcher charm hanging from a barbell.
"Never said I did." She responded coyly with a grin. "Do you mind?" she asked, raising a dark brow as she held the camera in her hands, pose to take a picture of me. I shrugged, not really caring. After all I didn't get that fan vibe from her. With an even bigger grin, that showed off all her white teeth, did she start snapping away. To amuse her I stuck my tongue out before pulling a weird face. She giggled silently and continued to take pictures. "Nice, I bet the ladies just lay themselves down at your feet for that." The pale woman stopped snapping pictures and stuck her tongue out at me while crossing her eyes.
"Care for some coffee?" I couldn't stop myself from asking. She uncrossed her eyes and tucked her tongue away. "That is if you don't have anything planed or not..." I quickly added.
"Sure, coffee sounds nice. I know this little cafe not too far away that has the best double mocha cappuccino." I couldn't help but release the breath I was holding as she accepted my offer. "Do you want to head there now?"
"Sure." I accepted her offer and followed shortly after her.
