Pan's is a small corner coffeehouse on Arcadia Boulevard. It seems odd, but for all the time you've has spent in Indy, you can't ever remember noticing it before...Inside, it's teeming with people, in groups.. goths sit and whisper in one corner, a couple of bomhemians play guitar in another, and a group of kids reading poetry are sprawled on the stage. The man behing the counter, looking like a body-builder, offers something to drink in a basso profundo tone.
There are comfortable couches and chairs, pillows tossed on the floor, giving the cafe a homey look. The walls are decorated with posters advertising concerts long past, and old music instruments, each one with a small sign underneath, like in a museum. The one nearest the door shows a picture of Jonny Lang, signed and dated a year before he made it big. Right by the bar, there is a small poster:
The poster is signed by all the members of the local band, and there is a small collage of pictures of the band performing.
A *new addition* to the decor is a small pressed triat of roses: one red, one white, and one yellow, in a fragile glass frame. Below the delicately splayed petals is the name "Leandra Ivy-Rollins; August 2001".
However, to Enchanted eyes, Pan's takes on a whole new look, and the name a whole different meaning. The entire place sparkles with Glamour-a golden glow to everything and everyone- the books on the table, the guitar and cymbals hung on the wall…and the people inside.
The “Goths” now look like decimated corpses, with spiders crawling on their arms and faces, the "Bohemians" sprout horns and hooves and fur, the "Poets" go stick-thin, with dark skin and what looks like tribal saris, and strange eyes that are colorless, but show a starry-eyed sparkle. The muscleman waiter grows to nearly 9 feet tall, built like a brick outhouse, with blue skin and two small horns as well as pointed ears.
The girl playing bass in the Big Dirty Limo poster is now seen to have hooves, horns and a furry tail - a satyr.
