CHRIS
The Larsen effect
“Madison!” I cry out in fear, seeing her flee the rehearsal area as if she’d seen death in the face. I almost fall to the floor by tripping over the audio cables, brace myself against the pillar of the door Madison left open and can see Helen looking at me worried as she wipes her hands on a dishcloth.
“What happened?” she asks me in her concern.
“I don’t know, dammit!”
“I saw you sing just now… you seemed so happy”.
I haven’t have time to respond and to explain how those authentic emotions made me feel alive too. I’m worried about her reaction; they are becoming more and more unexpected, without any reason and stronger. I’ve got to reach out and understand what happened.
When outside, I follow the prints Madison's boots left that, like Hansel and Gretel’s
