BLUE PLAYER: ON THE LOOKOUT

Making as little sound you can you examine the painting. Its mood seems taunting and sinister but it indicates no sign of numbers or clues to your eyes. A quick tactile inspection establishes that it is an old painting with a hard wood frame. There is within the painting a representation of a letter, upside down with script upon it but it is written in German.

You then sneak down the hallway, cat-paw like steps barely giving the feeblest of noises and reach the corner darting through the open space, wall to wall, nimble and smooth. You wait poised and listening with the fullest of intent. You fight to keep internal monologue, clean and quiet, knowing that you have to focus full. Momentary Zen, interrupted with more sounds of hissing, distant but coming from the hall behind you.

A quick glance in the darkness, with your eyes still adjusting you can see there is another hall and the walls within your view adorn many doors, in many directions. Waiting still and as if upon some precipice, you glance back towards the only sign of visual movement. Eyes fixed now, toward the hall from whence you came, you wait. Head swimming with options your wrestling with non-introspection comes to an end. You cannot help but think of what to do.

In this silence a new sound comes to your ear. You are pretty sure that your ears are picking up a vibration within the metal of the door itself. This could imply sound from the other side or maybe from within the door itself. The sound is rhythmic, twangy and with melody above it. It’s a voice and guitar, like a gospel or country song. It’s barely there and you mind goes back and forth whether you are truly hearing or just making it up.

Your mind blurts out an involuntary yet inaudible hum.