Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24982950-20140927211501

I love working as a Roadie, I really do, but I miss working with a partner. My first partner was a real joker. We met in middle school, hit it off as quite firm friends and did some technical stuff for school. It wasn’t much, just putting music on for assemblies unless it was sports day. I gave my partner a nickname then: (or as he called it, a callsign) Sparky. He got called Sparky because he tried to tape down a wire onto soggy grass, the klutz. We carried it on in High School, doing the sound and lighting for productions, fashion shows and talent shows… It was our first talent show that Sparky gave himself a title.

“The Wraith of the Talent Show?”

“Yeah, badass name right? Phantom of the Opera eat your heart out.”

“Sparky, just because Sir forgot your name when thanking us, doesn’t make you a ghost.” I said, exasperated with him.

“It does when he was speaking into a mic, when you’re pale as me and, with my attitude, you’d a real annoying ghost.”

“That is true, you’d be such an annoying ghost.” I admitted, “Be careful with those wires.”

“I’m always careful!”



Turns out that he wasn’t always careful though.





I wrap my arms around my knees, thinking back to that day. The speaker I was leaning back on suddenly gave out harsh feedback. I jumped, more surprised by the fact that the speaker wasn’t plugged in. Then I remembered that my speakers don’t give out feedback.



''“Winter…” ''

Sparky always calls me Winter.



“Autumn.”



“Sorry Sparky?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">“My favourite season. It’s autumn.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">“Mines winter.” Conversations with Sparky could be random.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">“Favourite season winter, you’re kind of a dreamer… I think you have a callsign.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">“What’s that? And why dreamer? Why not dreamy?” I said, batting my eyelids at him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">“You’re a lovely girl, Winter Dream, but we both know you dream of me 24/7.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">“Quid pro-quo, my dear.” I pecked him on the cheek and left quickly, before he stopped stuttering and ruined the moment.

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I never should have left that night.

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One of my stage lights began to flash, bringing me back to the present. I watched it lazily, almost got up to turn off the crappy lighting board I was using whilst at the school I was in. But then I recognised the pattern… Sparky and I learned Morse Code together. I, L, O, V, E, Y, O, U.

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I buried my face in my hands and sobbed until someone found me.

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