he's a cheeky panda bear type man with stubby nose and pug face, he has chubby cheeks and that black and white furry suit but he's always so aggressive when he drinks, that's the thing i hate about him, unpredictable personality. he's got that cute look, enjoys reading and making flans for his mates but as soon as he's drinking he becomes ugly. all that ego starts leaking through and it has to fucking exert it's destructive influence upon anyone close, destructive clique.
so one night im chatting with a opera singer from anteries 7, we are in a tea house waiting for the sun to set, apparently there's going to be some sort of meteor shower and she's gonna sing an aria to the small select audience. there's three guys on the stage setting up the mic and a small 3 pice band tuning their gear but i suspect they are actually having a cheeky spliff under pretense.
anyway im enjoying listening to her stories when he comes crashing in on the conversation, already under the influence of some sort of vodka type spirit, a malevolent thing if ever i seen one, it's dark and miserable under a mask of smiles and laughter. i glance into his eyes and scan his aura, i get a 15 minute window, short term future, things will get ugly unless i can hijack the situation.
he's already making the opera diva look nervous and i can see the management getting worried in the background.
while he's basking in his own self obsessed glory i sneakily slip a pill in his glass, it's a parallax, very illegal and as soon as he sips his drink it will enter his blood and begin changing his reality. i take a long breath and pretend to look interested in his boorish tale of sexual conquests and travels to exotica.
he holds the glass up to his lips and quaffs his drink, almost immediately his eyes expand, dilated and glare.
he is under my influence now. i ask him if he can play the harmonica, he nods his head, 'yes.'
i pass him a harmonica in the key of cm the same key the diva is going to sing in.
'you will accompany the diva on harmonica when she cues you in. do you understand?'
'yes i understand.'
'you will never drink again, from now on any alcohol will taste terrible to you and make you violently sick.'
i can see the spirit that is inside him anger, a small internal conflict ensures, his eyes are struggling, his face sweats and for a moment i'm thinking the parallex may not be able to defeat the spirit. it's inside him, wrestling to stay relevant.
i look the thing in his eyes, 'i cast you out from this weak soul, begone from this world.'
his eyes start to dim, and slowly he falls into a deep sleep.
the diva looks at me, 'is he okay?'
'yes, i think so. you will have a harmonica accompanying you tonight, i hope you choose something bluesy.'
'i'm highly adept at configuring my songs in most styles.'
'good, i really hope this works.'
'did i ever tell you about the time i played for the grand emperor of venus?'
without waiting for any response she starts talking.
later just as the meteor shower appears as a faint dot in the distance she is introduced to the audience who clap and cheer loudly.
the panda man climbs on stage with the band and stands near the mike, the band kicks in, and they are tight, moving into some semi operatic space rock blues from early 30th century earth,

"did you hear about the universe
the one we live within
it's the sun that sustains you
the one your basking in
and did you do the gorgon tango
did you shake the squid about
did you kiss the hydra
on the lips of every mouth
you know i'm a life form
that loves to tell you truths
that's why the only song i sing
is the operatic space rock blues..."

and then in came the harmonica, old panda man, under the influence of the pandorax standing with his legs apart blowing that instrument like it was part of his breathing, the audience were mesmerized as the meteors started to come into view, they were beautiful, purples trails of fire across space, reds and blues exploding in their wake, a trail of yellow flame cutting the night like a zipper.
i slipped outside for a quick smoke and a line of kick. a cute waitress with bright red lips and a short skirt came with me, you know girls love kick.

after the show the old panda seemed to be emerging from the pandorax hit, he was looking a bit confused, his hands searched for a drink, the diva was surrounded by people wanting her autograph, she looked amazing, the band were packing up their gear.
i decided to take the waitress back to my place, but i had to put the old bear panda on a transporter tacking him close to home, the diva asked him if he would play with her full time, but he would have to remain sober. the bear looked at her as though she was mad.
it was a strange night under the cosmos, this sort of thing don't even register, it's nothing, a minor drama. operatic space rock blues.