Phantom Rider.

A beautiful photo deserves to have a beautiful story coming with it but not every story has a happy ending. Here we are, Bill is standing with a ghost that has her body covered with a colorless dress, her face sheered with a translucent cloth and there are no feet on the ground. The artist had a hidden depth of meaning towards this photo that she has created to illuminate what she feels inside. A sharpie was used to tell the story. In words, Bill is a man with a virtuoso soul. Indefinite with his handsome voice he had won many female hearts from around the globe but not one, has yet won his heart.

That one tear in his eyes tells us that he is alone even if there is many people surrounding him from the fans right on the ground to his twin brother who is always there with him on stage. Every time he sets foot on stage his eyes searches for a missing piece of puzzle in his life. That missing piece is a girl that he needed the most to set him free from his loneliness, to let him fall in love and have it broken if she must. A little feeling of falling in love is already enough for his starvation for love. That’s all a lonely lead singer is asking for.

Everyday, he often hears people telling him, “You were great today.” “Good Job!” “Killer show man!” but that’s not what he wanted is it? He wanted a serene voice from a girl to come to him everytime he ended a show in any country.

“Baby you were awesome.” Yes, that is what he wants to hear in his ears with a pair of arms hugging him to wash away the hard work he did on stage and soft lips to kiss away his thirstiness.

His chocolate brown eyes always tell lies, telling the people whom he is close with that he is okay when actually he is not. If he must, he feels like throwing his anger to the whole world, shouting for the girl whom he thinks is the one to come out. “Where are you?!” and he will continue enchanting that till he gets tired and tears would pool up in his eyes every night when he wakes up and sit there on the empty stage with no one in the surroundings with cold shivering air. He never fails to get up on his feet and throw every single thing off the stage, from the keyboard, to the guitar, to the drum set and even tearing off the velvet curtains. “Where are you! Where are you! Where are you!” and finally he will just surrender and sat on the ground with a mutter and one tear rolling down his face. “I hate you.”

That particular night, it was monsoon. He was soaked in rain. His jet black hair no longer in place, his white t-shirt translucent enough on his body, and his pale lips moist by the rain that his brown eyes too were smudge with black-liner and yet he still looks like a handsome wrecked ken.

“Bill, you have to stop your obsession to find that perfect girl.”

“No I have to, I know she’s out there somewhere. I just need to look harder.”

“Listen to me, no matter how far you go, how long you search for her you will never find her. You need to be optimistic and look on the bright side. Your brother, he cares for you. Seeing you like this pains him.”

There is always a haunting voice that sounds like cold winter spring in an English rose garden in his mind. He could never shake it off. It is always there, a beautiful voice in his ears. It sounds like a melody, a song he would like to play in his mind every time he feels alone.

“Why can’t you just come out of my mind and be real. I promise I’ll sing for you everytime you ask me to.”

He could hear her melodious laugh before her voice just disappears. Then it comes again, the feeling of emptiness invades his mind.

“Don’t leave me here.” He whispered to himself while staring at the empty stadium. He was looking up at the stars, and had his foe finger removing that one tear out of his eyes with a single sniff.

That’s just it. Everytime, Everyday, he couldn’t sleep he will wake up at the precise hour just to hear that voice in his ears. She might not have the face he could stroke, the body he could hold, the lips he could kiss and the eyes he could stare at but he will always have her soothing voice to accompany him in his loneliness. A phantom rider. That's what she is to him.

A job well done for this amazing artist. Run-Beside-Me