Excerpt: AbomoNovo 08

'...just as we are an invisible part of your world, there are invisible parts of our world.'

The sound of heavy metal guitar riffs bounce off the walls as we headed to a table. Just as we are about to sit, Shade spies the unattended microphone and signals that he will be back in a minute. I settle down onto a bar stool and watch him, beer in hand, lithe as a cat, jump onto the stage and grab the mike. It doesn't matter that he's not meant to be there, he looks right at home as he leaps into a growling song, perfectly matched to the lightning fast rhythms. I shake my head at his presumptuousness, the man has absolutely no shame. As I watch on, he catches my eye and smirks and I suddenly realise that there is something more to this performance than I realised. Listening closely, I struggle to make out his impromptu lyrics, I giggle as I finally get it, his gutteral voice is spitting out the words 'Butterfliiiiees, are so pretty, Dainty. Daiiintyyy. DAAIIINNNTTTYYYYY!' finishing with an inhuman howl, he throws down the microphone and stage dives into the developing mosh pit. The small crowd roars it's approval and he is grinning as he saunters back to our table.

'nice one darlin'' I tip my beer bottle towards him as he shakes the sweat out of his wild red hair. Reaching over he takes my bottle and drains it before heading back to the bar for refills. The band plays on, now with it's intended singer busting out the requisite gutteral sounds and I smile to myself as I think of the moment just past. That's my boy, I think to myself, always doing the quirky thing, his sly, subtle humour everpresent, always with one foot in the absurd.