A Quiet Halloween
Nov. 4th, 2010 03:15 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Clicking the remote she relaxed back into her seat, the old video machine whirling and grinding as it turned the tape back to the beginning again and the screen flickered into life. The handheld camera footage played, the sound slightly distorted and the noise from the crowd almost as loud as the noise from the band but there they were playing away on a small stage with the “Farewell Class of ‘98” poster hanging lopsidedly above them. It was an instrumental piece, that’s why she always chose it; there was Chris on bass, Jason on lead and Amber on drums and they were having the time of their lives.
The tape played on, skipping into more film of live concerts, interspersed with random pieces people had filmed over the years now all compiled onto the one cassette for just these occasions. There she was with Jason at his birthday, then there was Amber talking into the camera in a mock film diary she did once, Chris and Jason trying to learn to skate as she did a voice over for them. There were bits she would have preferred to fast forward over but in the end they were still important, even if a bit on the melancholy side, so she compromised and simply held up a drink in toast to absent friends as she watched.
It was a quiet Halloween; just a night at home with old videos, a bit of music and a few drinks. Somewhere on a message board right now a certain fan would again be posting the conspiracy theory behind the band’s death, and she knew she’d wake up to emails from them, they always found a way to do that. But for now it was just an evening in to remember old times.
The tape played on, skipping into more film of live concerts, interspersed with random pieces people had filmed over the years now all compiled onto the one cassette for just these occasions. There she was with Jason at his birthday, then there was Amber talking into the camera in a mock film diary she did once, Chris and Jason trying to learn to skate as she did a voice over for them. There were bits she would have preferred to fast forward over but in the end they were still important, even if a bit on the melancholy side, so she compromised and simply held up a drink in toast to absent friends as she watched.
It was a quiet Halloween; just a night at home with old videos, a bit of music and a few drinks. Somewhere on a message board right now a certain fan would again be posting the conspiracy theory behind the band’s death, and she knew she’d wake up to emails from them, they always found a way to do that. But for now it was just an evening in to remember old times.