We'll live a charmed life
It was late evening. The car cruises on low fuel in tank to head to a gig upstairs. "You're going to meet my favorite persons", he says. A couple of wrong turns and familiar faces away, we part space as I let him mingle with his friends, with his scene.
I don't disregard screamo as noise, even if I don't fancy it at all. I do recognize the song and music in it, but the heat and crowd gets me itching for a cigarette outside.
When I got back in, the spot I stood had a clear view of him. Him, nodding his head along with a smile on his face. That brightens my room.
He found me in the crowd and asked where I went. There are more familiar faces inside, people who remembers my name. We had dinner, we went to town, we hit the box, with vodka lime and 4 jugs of beer, singing our hearts out.
I love seeing him just look and feel happy that way. I realized it doesn't matter what happens to me and what it would take, all that matters is that I can see him happy like this.
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