Take on me

At a diner on a winter New York night, a woman sits in a booth, reading. The latest issue of comics had a new adventure of the Grand Prix. The serial panels became a world of an arena, cheering their favorite racers on. The mysterious, unnamed blonde woman reads on and is taken on a mental journey in the seats of the crowd. She also cheers on along with them. But in the middle of this immersion, there are moments that always break up the action, for example, the cup of coffee she ordered. There were always clear barriers between fantasy and reality, for the physical between the graphic lines will remain on paper.

As she read on, the racer 77 won his champagne and victory jacket, and as she stared at his eyes, the racer 77 stared back. The blonde woman looked at the eyes of the illustration. As she feared another moment of sudden break in a connection with the panels, the racer 77’s eye inside the frame winked back. There was a moment of a different kind of fear. The blonde woman looks twice at the panel. She looked around the diner and looked back to see if the drawing was a flick of her eyes. It became clear that it wasn’t when the hand reached out of the page and lured her in.

Suddenly, the woman was in the world of the blurring cars and swiftly hot breeze. This racer 77 looks at her and her beauty, as she admires his handsomeness. From panel to panel, the blonde woman cannot believe this is really all happening before her eyes. Racer 77 goes into yet another panel to become what resembles reality, how she knows it. His hair was in her haircut and moved like she moved, as if he was trying to escape off the page. However, the comic still needed a story to keep. Two mechanics started to chase after the two, trying to keep the pages back on track. These drawings would become their permanent home. Racer 77 grabbed the blonde woman and started to make her run with him. As they went from panel to panel, it felt more like a maze than a comic. The pages began to run into one another, ragged up on walls upon walls of thick outline on a blank white background. It wasn’t long until the two hit a dead end. Panicking, the blonde woman pushed against the nothing of white pages and desperately looked for a way out. Suddenly, she found her way back to the diner and was found in the back of the kitchen. Onlookers gazed at her, but she only cared about one thing. She quickly got up and out the diner door and back to her apartment. She sat on the desk and opened the pages. It was gone. The magic that transported her to another world was no longer in her hands. She could still see Racer 77 in the panel, but his eyes were not looking back. She closed the comic and put it back in the drawer. She thought about what happened to her at that diner. Then outside her door was a noise. A thud onto the floor. As the blonde woman ran to the hallway to see what it was, Racer 77 looked back at her.