Conversion IV

Dells reminisced back to a time in 2002 when she had been bewitched to the point of possession by Songs for the Deaf by Queens of the Stone Age. In fact, the last share house she had lived in had, as a group in complete agreeance with each other, kicked her out. The crime? Coming home in what was described by housemate Jonah as "Dells in in a right fucking state, in tow 2 new friends she met at the gig", playing songs for the deaf on highest possible volume, and having her own private party with her new in tow friends. By the time the CD was finished the 2am house meeting had decided to kick her out pronto. She was out the next morning.

Dells interpreted this kicking out as a sign from the gods. Now all freed up from the responsibility of "living somewhere" she promptly acted upon this sign and did what she knew she had to do. Dells flew to New Orleans, Louisiana, House of Blues for a Queens of the stone age gig in September of 2002. Her plane landed around lunch time.

After eating a huge meal and finding somewhere to stay she jumped into the shower and put on her "just say the word" outfit and headed for the House of Blues. Dells schmoozed her way back of stage at about 4 in the afternoon and just hung around until the boys arrived. She was able to make eye contact with Josh a couple of times before he picked up his guitar to play.

She hung around backstage, looking sex hungry, with her eyes well and truly focused on the prize. Fending off several other young women also vying for some Homme boy action by plying them speechless with free drugs and alcohol, Dells won the round as they say. The Homme boy action lasted 2 nights and 3 days. The video footage from that weekend was to be buried with her, according to her last will and testament. Looking back, that weekend had been, without comparison to any other, the best time of her life. But it was now a close second.

Here she was. Sitting at the funeral of not just one parent, but both. Both died at exactly the same time. A true miracle in Dells eyes. She knew it was not the work of just the standard "gods", the ones who had arranged for her to get kicked out of a share house that lead to her having a wicked weekend with the sexiest ranga of all time....but the one and only, big it up for the actual real God!

Dells rapturous conversion to "God" concerned her grandmother a little but she was the only person who understood the depth of Dells joy; gran felt it herself. She looked over at poor Dells. The young girl had put up with her idiot parents all this time without ever going off the rails. Gran managed to keep her real feelings tucked under her wing so she looked like a proper grief stricken family member. Dells was aware her joyous demeanour sort of went against, in the opposite direction really, of traditional funeral behaviour of most daughters. She did try and dampen down her joy, just a smidgen, but to any onlooker she was obviously glowing like a mother of a newborn. Whilst speaking to the funeral director and celebrant (ironic) taking the service for her parents, she insisted they "thanked god" for her parents sudden departure. The director and celebrant looked to gran for some intervention but she gave them none, just smiled politely and patted Dells hand.

Sitting on the front pew Dells really almost luminous. It was a combination of spiritual conversion/awakening and the knowledge that she was free, forever free, from those two fuckers. Only about 5 people attended the service and they were all alarmed by Dells. She had a look in her eyes that could be likened to one of those people you might see on 60 minutes when they do a special on cults and they believe some guy is actually Christ on earth and he has 7 virgin wives or something. The service was over and done with very quickly and Dells was on the next plane to Sydney.

She couldn't wait to walk into her first church service at Hillsong on Sunday....