Ultraviolet spotlights checked. Chairs unfolded. The old hall was looking good. Breathe in and get that musty scent. This was where it all started. They had been on quite a journey since then. Now, time for one last show. 'Okay, open the doors.' He watched them enter from behind the curtain. In they came, gathered … Continue reading ONE LAST SHOW
Dig the groove, the bass making the ground tremor. It robs me of my vital sense, obliterating the noises I need to guide me. I don't care, I'm along for the ride. The crowd surrounds, a swaying mass that cocoons me. I am lost in the music. Then. An offbeat rhythm disconcerts. A sudden surge … Continue reading BLINDSIDED
A STORY OF A XENOPHILE IN XANTHI, GREECE Colourful ticker-tape blew all around as the parade made its way through the streets of Xanthi. Locals and tourists lined the route, cheering, waving and dancing along to the loud mix of music. Bright, garish and traditional costumes were everywhere. The atmosphere was intoxicating, and this was … Continue reading X IS FOR XANTHI, GREECE
A deep breath. I hear the chatter from the audience settle as the auditorium lights dim. The expectant silence. I grip the neck of my cello tightly and close my eyes. Visualise. Breathe. I see the endless hours of practice. Fingers bleeding. The encouraging smile of my father and mother. The exasperated berating of my … Continue reading OPENING NIGHT
Iain Kelly 