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âMy friend told me a story he hadnât told anyone for years. When he used to tell it years ago people would laugh and say, âWhoâd believe that? How can that be true? Thatâs daft.â So he didnât tell it again for ages. But for some reason, last night, he knew it would be just the kind of story I would love. When he was a kid, he said, they didnât use the word autism, they just said âshyâ, or âisnât very good at being around strangers or lots of people.â But thatâs what he was, and is, and he doesnât mind telling anyone. Itâs just a matter of fact with him, and sometimes it makes him sound a little and act different, but thatâs okay. Anyway, when he was a kid it was the middle of the 1980s and they were still saying âshyâ or âwithdrawnâ rather than âautisticâ. He went to London with his mother to see a special screening of a new film he really loved. He must have won a competition or something, I think. Some of the details he canât quite remember, but he thinks it must have been London they went to, and the filmâŠ! Well, the film is one of my all-time favourites, too. Itâs a dark, mysterious fantasy movie. Every single frame is crammed with puppets and goblins. There are silly songs and a goblin king who wears clingy silver tights and who kidnaps a baby and this is what kickstarts the whole adventure. It was âLabyrinthâ, of course, and the star was David Bowie, and he was there to meet the children who had come to see this special screening. âI met David Bowie once,â was the thing that my friend said, that caught my attention. âYou did? When was this?â I was amazed, and surprised, too, at the casual way he brought this revelation out. Almost anyone else I know would have told the tale a million times already. He seemed surprised I would want to know, and he told me the whole thing, all out of order, and I eked the details out of him. He told the story as if it was heâd been on an adventure back then, and he wasnât quite allowed to tell the story. Like there was a pact, or a magic spell surrounding it. As if something profound and peculiar would occur if he broke the confidence. It was thirty years ago and all us kids whoâd loved Labyrinth then, and who still love it now, are all middle-aged. Saddest of all, the Goblin King is dead. Does the magic still exist? I asked him what happened on his adventure. âI was withdrawn, more withdrawn than the other kids. We all got a signed poster. Because I was so shy, they put me in a separate room, to one side, and so I got to meet him alone. Heâd heard I was shy and it was his idea. He spent thirty minutes with me. âHe gave me this mask. This one. Look. âHe said: âThis is an invisible mask, you see? âHe took it off his own face and looked around like he was scared and uncomfortable all of a sudden. He passed me his invisible mask. âPut it on,â he told me. âItâs magic.â âAnd so I did. âThen he told me, âI always feel afraid, just the same as you. But I wear this mask every single day. And it doesnât take the fear away, but it makes it feel a bit better. I feel brave enough then to face the whole world and all the people. And now you will, too. âI sat there in his magic mask, looking through the eyes at David Bowie and it was true, I did feel better. âThen I watched as he made another magic mask. He spun it out of thin air, out of nothing at all. He finished it and smiled and then he put it on. And he looked so relieved and pleased. He smiled at me. â'Now weâve both got invisible masks. We can both see through them perfectly well and no one would know weâre even wearing them,â he said. âSo, I felt incredibly comfortable. It was the first time I felt safe in my whole life. âIt was magic. He was a wizard. He was a goblin king, grinning at me. âI still keep the mask, of course. This is it, now. Look.â I kept asking my friend questions, amazed by his story. I loved it and wanted all the details. How many other kids? Did they have puppets from the film there, as well? What was David Bowie wearing? I imagined him in his lilac suit from Live Aid. Or maybe he was dressed as the Goblin King in lacy ruffles and cobwebs and glitter. What was the last thing he said to you, when you had to say goodbye? âDavid Bowie said, âIâm always afraid as well. But this is how you can feel brave in the world.â And then it was over. Iâve never forgotten it. And years later I cried when I heard he had passed.â My friend was surprised I was delighted by this tale. âThe normal reaction is: thatâs just a stupid story. Fancy believing in an invisible mask.â But I do. I really believe in it. And itâs the best story Iâve heard all year.â
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