Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24982950-20140928111256

I love working as a Roadie, setting up lights, sound, sets, basically doing all things technical for a range of clients. Sometimes I do concerts and earn loads, but I do miss working with a partner. My first and only 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 show. They were so fun! Panicking because we hadn’t been given any details on what to do until the night, rolling around laughing ourselves silly at bad acts and slip ups. (mostly our own!) I remember that on our first talent show for school Sparky gave himself a title.

''“The Wraith of the Talent Show?” I had asked him. ''

''“Yeah, badass name right? Phantom of the Opera eat your heart out.” He replied, his boyish smile plastered on his face. ''

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

''“It does when he was speaking into a mic, when you’re pale as me and, with my attitude, you’d be 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!” Sparky lied. '' ''



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 called me Winter. I slipped back into my memories, smile fading.



''“Autumn.” ''

''“Pardon Sparky?” ''

''“My favourite season. It’s autumn.” ''

''“Mine’s 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.”Sparky decided. ''

<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.”Sparky explained, reddening a little. ''

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

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">I never should have left that night. The bastard got himself electrocuted, probably thinking about me. It’s all my fault. I always thought that if one of my friends died, I’d be sad for a while, and then move on. With Sparky though, I just can’t stop my sorrow. That’s love, I guess. Still, I just get so frustrated whenever I think about his death, tears just keep flowing, and it just doesn’t seem fair. It doesn’t feel like he’s dead. Every breath of wind feels like he’s calling to me, but not from the grave. I think he’s far away, trying to get me to notice him. I just want to jump up and run and not stop till I find him. I’m not thinking clearly because of my nightmares of Sparky, scared and alone. I wake in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat after every one of them His fear in these dreams seem so vivid, so real, it’s almost enough for me to hope. I might be insane, but until I find him, I’m never going to stop searching, I’m going to find my man, I’m going to travel the world.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">One of my stage lights began to flash, bringing me back to the present, bringing back my helplessness and sorrow. 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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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt">I buried my face in my hands and sobbed until someone found me.

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