Meeting Denise was an incredible experience. The
longer she sat in front of me, the less like Elvina she looked. More than that,
she didn’t really sound like Elvina either. On the stage her voice is all
power, a booming and yet subtly, sexual instrument. Talking to her to share
confidences over a cafe table, her voice was much more nervous and soft. At
points it was almost a whisper, with each word placed tentatively, yet
precisely, in the correct order. The only time her tones got excited, was when
she talked about Dexter Phillips.
Apparently he was the first to contact her,
having had these dreams and been dreaming about her since the middle of last
year. Even though he doesn’t live in London, he sought her out, tracked her
down and persuaded her that what he was saying wasn’t totally mad. The other
people in his dreams, he’s also had some success in tracking down (lord only
knows how). The way Denise speaks about him, it’s like a fourteen year old discussing
her favourite pop star – so dreamy and wide eyed, the quicker beating of her
heart impossible to disguise. Apparently he’s incredibly knowledgeable, smart
and is really building an understanding of what’s happening to us all. She
didn’t say it out loud, but I imagine he is also somewhat charismatic.
She is going to introduce me to him this
weekend. I cannot wait. Apparently he is anxious to meet me too.
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