Unrequited Love (a meditation in five parts) Pt. 1

Disclaimer: This is a very personal story telling for me. Having been born with the gay gene, I tend to daydream in music video sequences. This story is influenced by the most poignant and personal times in my life. To understand the tale, one must be equipped with a good imagination to picture it all, an open heart to feel its message, and pair of ears to listen and absorb the lyrics. Let's begin...

The scene opens to a dimly lit lounge. Hushed murmuring fills the room along with the stench of expensive perfumes, cigars, and scotch. If one were to look around everything would seem black in color, shadowed, with the tables lit by a single tea light candle in blue glass holders casting insignificant glow. The faces of the patrons are barely seen, yet you can tell there's a mix of anxiety and excitement in the way they gesture and sit around.

We see a stage where the shadows of three musicians play around as they take to their positions. You can see them tuning their instruments, yet no sound can be heard. Finally, a fourth silhouette appears, one recognizable as the star of the evening by the reception of applause received. Our first person gives a nod of gratitude, and some would even say they saw his invisible mouth move as if to whisper thank you. He looks on and finds a familiar face among the crowd, transfixed. The spotlight slowly casted on him revealing him for the first time in a finely tailored pinstripe suit. The expression his face wore however was less than to be desired. It read of heartbreak as his mind reeled of memories past. As the music begins...

...it brings him back to the present. His gaze turns stoic as he grabs the old polished microphone and begins to sing.

"I used to visit all the very gay places
Those come what may places
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life
To get the feel of life...
From jazz and cocktails."