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The Initiation Of The Acrobat

the re-cent  ·  the former


Sisyphos Background Stories
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The Magic Of Life, Pt. 4

— a short story —



Alice Phoebe Lou was right about to announce Angel Olsen's »Acrobat« when i arrived at the Sisyphos.

(If you don't know Sisyphos, you could imagine it as a tiny urban version of the Fusion-Festival. If you don't know that one either, you could imagine it as a beautiful adventure playground with dancefloors.

Homemade benches, old, open lorries to spend your time on and in with friends, lovers and others. You have a fireplace, surrounded by people, staring holes into the air, some food-stations with gooood piiizzzaaaa, and an outdor area with many hidden corners and angles with handmade details to discover and enjoy … to meet strangers – or not – to spend your time at – or not.)

Okay – Alice was about to announce Angel Olsen's »Acrobat« – so where's the magic about it?

Here's the Story:

1st:   I was broke.
2nd:   Jay, the Canadian (and temporaray room mate) didn't give me the rent yet.

Fine.

Ergo:   I had to find another way to get into the Sisyphos.

I took my honesty, some bravery and told the cashier my story – and asked him, if he could possibly let me in for free.

»No.«
»Just for one hour?«
»No. There had been too much misuse of such offers in the past.«

Then he said, that i should have taken care of being on the guestlist or pay like everybody else.

»I can't do anything about it.« he finished.

Okay, ›can not‹ usually means ›don't want to‹.

Fine. Time to go.

I went out, not knowing, what to do next…

1st:   Relax.
2nd:   Checking options:

A)   Home? Clear »No!«
B)   These fences are huge! …and barbed wire equipped.

Nice. That's a challenge!

Time check:   It was already was about 8 pm. That was the time, when Alice was supposed to start.

To make a long story shorter:

I climbed over, squeezed under and crawled threw these Sisyphos walls and fences. Like a native american scout in his first year and totally out of practice.

1st:   It took ages.
2nd:   The sneaking was noisy as hell.
3rd:   I stepped threw quite some bright rays of light, that were only installed for guys like me, and
4th:   i hung on some trees, which were naturally shaking because of my weight and action. Everybody could have seen that … even from miles away…

Insight:   The Sisyphos guys did a good job!

Finally – after observing the club's outdor area – i stepped over the outdoor urinal, and:

Et voilà! I am in!

Status check:

1st:   Heartbeat like a rocket.
2nd:   Senses open up wide.
Plan:   Urinate! …might look less suspicious.

Didn't work. Far too nervous. Heartbeat like a rocket.

Okay.

1st step:   Breathe.
2nd:   Opening up ears, searching for that one sharp and clear voice inside of all that Bumm-Bumm-Tss-Tss-Bumm-Bumm-Bumm.

Heared it, found it, found door, went in.

Place:   Small, warm and crowded.
Alice:   Right about to announce »The Acrobat«.

 

 

It just felt perfect.

Hours later – on my bike – heading home – the insight:

That was the right moment.

Alice was not announcing »Grey«, »In A Manner Of Speaking« or any other song. No. It was »The Acrobat«.

Like a warm welcome from the source.






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