Kevin Pearl Rules The World!

Here is Part 2, in which the mystery and more scenes play out. I hope to have the rest up this weekend. Enjoy:

What happened next was unreal. Retracing my steps back out into the street a smaller crowd had gathered; this time however, I did not stick with them opting instead to venture down that slim dark alley I had declined before.

It led into an abandoned cabaret parlor where two women sat facing each other in distress. One I learned later was none other than Hecate herself, sporting a lush red gown that swept across the floor as she moved. The other was more homely looking and as the exchange took place I could only stand in anticipation for would happen next.  I’ve come to realize there is certain nagging sensation one feels when experiencing sleep no more. It’s the feeling that while a piece of the puzzle is unfolding in front of you now, you are most likely missing something as equally majestic elsewhere. Something that could be just as important or maybe even more so, there is no remedy to this. At least not to my knowledge, therefore it stands to reason one cannot take in everything the Mckittick has to offer and one is far better of getting lost within it’s twisted corridors and letting each scene speak to you on it’s on.

I longed to follow the woman in the red dress but opted instead to stay the course with the smaller crowd that trailed behind the other one. She led us to her house; a serene abode nestled along the main street I’d passed down earlier. The voyeurism of the show was never more apparent to me than in that moment. We watched as she opened her closets to us revealing a wardrobe of secrets and religion before laying her head down to rest.

It was then that I saw him. A man unlike the rest, his suit appeared dark green as he stared at us from the street. Only we knew he couldn’t see us. He stood alone. He was the first performer not encumbered with an entourage of mask wearers and I knew at once I had to follow him.

He did not go far, across the street a Tailor’s shop opened it’s doors and soon enough I found myself within its confines eager to discover what this character was about. I believe he was in love with the woman across the street. He had a certain longing in his eyes as he dug through a collection clothing patterns before finding just the right one. A dress I could only assume was for the woman across the street.

I noticed something then. For the first time it struck me that throughout the entire performance space an eerie soundtrack set the mood in way that truly made the event cinematic in scope. Sure, several rooms featured old radios playing various tunes from a past long forgotten, but this was different. This was not meant to be apart of the story like the radios were this was something else entirely of it’s own design. Somewhere hidden deep within the confines of the building’s structure was a very modern sound system and as I stepped out of the humble Taylor’s shop it played herald to the return of the Woman in The Red Dress…