Thoughts After Dusk

Siren Through The Night

She could've sang for the underworld, like a mermaid siren calling me into the deep blue water or for the world above it all, for the thousands of unsatisfied people.

I don't know what compelled me to stop by the company that night, call it a gut feeling or call it my tendency to overthink. The last thing I expected was to hear that voice.

It's like a mermaid siren or a dose of morphine, her voice sends me into a state of paralysis. I sat in the dark studio room, with the lights off. Watching this undiscovered shimmering light in the booth. Eventhough it was pitch dark and only a small light shining from the booth. It felt like the entire room and my body had come to life, like I had been in a deep slumber.

Passing day by day, recording the same generic songs and her voice is a treasure and I've finally found something that makes my blood pump, without me having to do physical activity or go speeding in order to feel a rush.

That night I sat back in the chair, I listened to the first few lines and my hands to their own account started to man the controls on the mixers station, layering her voice, adding background vocals and recording it all at the same.

Even after she had finished I couldn't move from my seat, I wanted to bask in that moment for as long as I could, perpetually stuck between what i had just experienced and wanting to know who this hidden figure is.

I heard the door open and close, indicating that whomever she was, in that recording room had now exited it and could potentially be on there way here.

But, why would she come here it's not as if anything was recording, well not that she knew of, at least.

Turns out I had spoken or in this case thought to soon, because as soon as I had said that to myself. A young women push open the door, flicking on the light allocated on the left hand side of the door.

I recognised her, she started working here a few months ago. She however doesn't know who I am, the only reason for this is because I like to know who I employ to work in my company.

"What are you doing in here? This is a closed studio". Her words sound more like an accusation than a question and a statement.

I can't find my words, I can't tell if I'm still in-captured by what I had heard moments ago or in shock at everyone in this building had overlooked her, including myself. She had been here right under my nose this entire time and I was far to blinded by all the other people, the big names and contracts. To see her, but I do now and I don't think I can stop, seeing her.

Eventhough, I know I stumbled upon her and invaded her privacy, due to the fact that she didn't know I was here watching her as she poured her soul out to the creatures of the darkness, secrets in the night.

"You didn't tell anyone you could sing like that". I somehow manage to find my voice, she still looks like shes ready to kill me as she turns to face me instead of pacing back and forth, she had been doing that the entire time, ever since she walked in the room and saw me in here.

"You didn't make your presence known to me". She shoots back at me, I know deep down I should be following protocol and escort her out of the building. But, I cant find it in myself to do so. Instead all I want to do is sit and talk with her about her.

"Why didn't you apply for the music program?". I ask again, this time rising from the chair walking closer to her but still maintaining enough respectable space between us.

I've had feelings for her from the very first day she started here. The fact that I had bumped into her in the elevator and she had been in a grumpy mood, but still spoke her mind about the company and how it runs, without knowing I was the man in charge.