Now, don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t that I hadn’t assumed the band had a larger mission by playing music than what appeared on the surface, but this struck me as a bit bizarre. I replied, “So, what you are saying is that you are able, through music, to have a positive impact on people’s energy? And you can even change the world for the better through your music?”
Fathom could tell I was being facetious in my response and he didn’t even offer up a response. He gently rolled the cherry out of his cigarette and with his thumb and pointer finger, he flicked it off into the bushes. He then wheeled around and headed out towards his car, calling back to me, “Have a good night. If you would like to discuss our mission as a band further, you know how to get a hold of me.”
The conversation hadn’t quite gone as I had hoped it would. I truly felt that Fathom had a lot of inspiration to offer me and perhaps I did not speak properly to show how much I appreciated him. My eyes began to feel heavy inside my head, with each glance taking noticeably more effort than the previous one. As I walked back into the bar, I felt that every single person was staring at me. It wasn’t the first time I had this feeling, but it never ceased to make me feel very uncomfortable.
To be continued…