Throwback Thursday: When the Raven Landed
Gather 'round, my little bats, for a tale of fate, music, and the night that changed Transcendant forever. Evelyn here, reminiscing about the fateful evening when our beloved Raven spread his wings and joined our nest of gothic melodies.
Picture this: Ravenfall, on one of its characteristically gloomy evenings. Yours truly, along with Jane and Rachael, were holed up in our rehearsal space – a delightfully decrepit garage that smelled of forgotten dreams and questionable life choices. Perfect for cultivating our dark musical aspirations.
We'd been on the hunt for a guitarist, someone who could bring that extra edge to our sound. Little did we know, fate had already set its dark designs in motion.
As we idly practiced, a sound caught our attention – a hauntingly beautiful guitar riff drifting on the night air. Intrigued (and, I'll admit, a tad desperate), we followed the melody. It led us to the old clocktower in the town square, a place steeped in Ravenfall's mysteries.
And there, bathed in moonlight, stood Paul ‘Raven’ Blackwood.
He was lost in the music, his fingers dancing over the strings of a guitar that looked like it had seen its fair share of dark nights. The shadows seemed to move around him, swaying to his melody.
When the final note faded, Raven opened his eyes, seemingly surprised to find an audience. "I... I didn't think anyone would be out here," he stammered, a hint of a blush visible even in the dim light.
As we got to talking, we discovered that Raven was a Ravenfall native, born and raised in the town's peculiar atmosphere. He spoke of feeling a deep connection to the town's history and its music, something that resonated with all of us.
"I've always felt like there was something more to Ravenfall's music," he confessed. "Like it's alive somehow. Does that sound crazy?"
Crazy? In Ravenfall? Darling, that's practically a prerequisite.
We invited Raven to jam with us, and the moment he started playing with the band, we knew. This was it. His guitar wove seamlessly with Jane's keyboards, complemented Rachael's bass, and provided the perfect counterpoint to my vocals. It was like he had always been a part of Transcendant, we just hadn't known it yet.
As we finished our impromptu session, a single raven (the bird, not our guitarist) landed on the clocktower's ledge, observing us with an unnervingly intelligent gaze. A sign from the cosmos? A portent of things to come? Or simply a bird with questionable taste in entertainment? In Ravenfall, one can never be sure.
And so, dear ones, Transcendant truly became transcendent. With Raven's strings of fate (and guitar) now inexorably entwined with ours, we were ready to bring our symphony of shadows to the world.
So there you have it – the night Raven joined us, and we realized we’d need to start buying eyeliner in bulk. Who knew that the path to our gothic destiny involved so much caffeine and so little sleep?
