Aghast Pt. 1

25 Mar


“Call the tech guy, the auto-tuner is broken. It just zonked out” Dawson, the studio engineer, barked out. “And in the meantime, how about everyone have a smoke or get some fresh air. Whichever floats your boat”

The room cleared out, except for Leticia, the multi-platinum talent who was recording.

“You gonna stay here, honey?” Dawson asked. She shyly nodded. “Suit yourself!” he added before putting a brown filtered cigarette into his mouth and heading out.

Leticia sat there in the eerie silence of the sound proofed studio. Every once in a while, she let out an “Uhhh!” just to hear it deadened on the insolated walls. All of a sudden and uncontrollable drowsiness washed over her. She looked at her cell phone. It was 10:30pm, not so late for her, but the yawning became more and more intense. She decided she´d close her eyes until the crew returned.

After what felt like hours, she opened her eyes only to find the studio still empty. She figured she must have dozed off deeply, but momentarily. She felt a slight haze in her head and her eyes were having difficulty adjusting. Some colors were more brilliant than others and some even had trails coming from them when she squinted her eyes. “I must still be very sleepy” she thought.

She sat there for what felt like much more time than was necessary for the crew to have a smoke. She decided to go see what was taking them so long. When she stood up, her legs gave out as if they were jell-o under her. To make things more complicated, the floor felt like a trampoline.

Her first thought was that she must have been drugged. She started for the door but realized she had little control of her members. She dragged herself over what felt like an elastic surface until she found her way to the door. She turned the knob. It just spun and spun and nothing happened. She tried to scream but nothing came out of her mouth. Instead her own shrill cry reverberated in her own head.

(To be continued…)

Aghast Pt. 2

7 Responses to “Aghast Pt. 1”

  1. Bruce Goodman March 26, 2019 at 1:52 am #

    Another one that makes us cry for MORE! (When I was in Fiji – nothing to do with your story but it reminded me – I wanted to get drunk on kava just to see what it was like. It had no effect on me at all…until I tried to stand up…)

    • Ryan March 26, 2019 at 7:09 pm #

      Thanks for sending me down that Google wormhole! I´ve never heard of it. Apparently you can by a weak derivative in Brazilian pharmacies to help with anxiety. Was it a good time?

      • Bruce Goodman March 27, 2019 at 12:36 am #

        It’s like drinking cardboard soaked in dirty water. However, in the Pacific at least, you all sit around in a circle cross-legged. There’s a head of the “table” who indicates to the “runner” to fill a smaller bowl with kava out of the gigantic kava bowl. He brings the bowl to one of the guests who claps just the once (sometimes thrice) and is given the bowl. The runner claps once in response. The guest hands back the bowl and claps once (or thrice). You mustn’t glug-glug-glug the bowl of kava but throw it all back in one gigantic swallow. So you sit around for half the night every night with very little conversation but just enjoying the kava and the presence of everyone’s company!

      • Ryan March 27, 2019 at 3:31 pm #

        Sounds like quite the experience!

  2. Eric Tonningsen March 26, 2019 at 5:08 pm #

    With bated breath here… This scenario is eerily familiar. Alas, those days are long past.

    • Ryan March 26, 2019 at 7:11 pm #

      Thanks Eric! Those days ARE past, just not so long….. 🤐


  1. Aghast Pt. 2 | By Ryan - March 27, 2019

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