Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Rock to wish upon a STAR

this ONE time....

Two beer stained lips, exhale deeply her last cigarrette to settle thoughts of stress and recreate thoughts about the possibilities within a clear lit night, which as usual, is endless. The drunken call of Friday night echoed against her house from the street, only to remind her of the annoying empty conversations waiting if she should join this stumbling rant of excessive giggling and insecure, uninteresting, intentions.
Her house,which was snug fit in between the HEART of the universe, and somewhere else, somewhere chaotic. The night caught her ears attention like a tear to a cheek, listening to the noise of youthful spirits exploding with lost inhibitions, and alcohol. To no debate, it was just that, a blur of lost souls searching for something and never sleeps till it does, or passes out.. Even if she does decide to avoid the jungle around her, the orchestra of music humming from the venue down the ally, is a predator, to the inner rockstar within and will draw her to the streets immediately...

tap by tap

beat by beat

So she walks towards the noise... we've all seen Jumanji

This is how the story begins, It was all a Purple haze, but a buzz gone right, and a craving satisfied into a swirled hallucination of events that changed the night completely. Resting on the secure notion that her addiction to cigarettes is a mini adventure by a craving to drive late at night and satisfy the demon inside, the lady of the evening drove and crashed right into a random act of awesomeness. Upon entering the gas station nearby, she could not avoid the sound of music creeping its way like smoke into her right ear. Forcing her head to adjust, the instinct of wanting to hear things louder, therefore clearer.

The show was forcing an uncontrollable beat in her hand meditating her heart, tapping her index finger on her thigh to immitate this rare oddity in sound..... It didn't really matter who was playing at that point because it felt good. The night was already in her favor for finding something to satisfy her need to love the moment, and let the music take over, careless, and blind like a rockstar with thick shades on to disappear from the lights of the paparrazi. She went to the concert, and stood right up front, secured herself anti anxiety medication with a few drinks right away. At that point she was just hours away from a different reality, and ready to let the lights turn down low, and the waves of music crash decibal levels from the instruments immortal barrier breaking beats.

Somehow, this calms and smooths tension built up at work. DROID..... The music felt good on her body, and she knew this because they mimicked the lights, and she would swear her heart beat mimicked as well. Maybe it was the other way around and the lights mimicked the music.

After departing the show, she found herself waiting for a friend to get done in the bathroom and stood patiently leaning against a table, reached her elbow up slowly, but effortlessly, embracing her buzzed body upright. As all do, deny non sobriety, her intact eyes widened and ears slowly calmed from a what was seen as en endless ring.

She is a Virgo, detail oriented, observing, naturally acting as such she noticed a man....

who was dancing. Moving so slow, it didn't seem as if he was touching the ground. Then this smooth motion was stopped, he froze, ice, cold. But after for what seemed an eternity the ice shattered and his whole body muscles went limp and motioned back into a rhythmic dance. He was dancing, beautifully..... but, no one really noticed because of the almost empty venue.....
the concert was over,
and the music was gone...

This detail forced a smirk on her face and she then sat satisfied on the ending of a good night, and. But it was not over. It was just the beginning. Someone approached this lone being, not unusual and began asking questions about her night. THoughtul...so she discussed. He was interested in the random fate that drew her to the show..

Ah, the catch. He was the sound guy for the band. But despite a wise first instinct, she gave him the right number.

But that was enough, walk home.

Only to be interrupted by three wise men, with treats full of surprises. Cookies that were special, and transforming to the ora of the evening. Did I mention that these cookies were free... Upon sharing a bottle of champagne on the streets openly, she made new friends, and entertained themselves in the abyss of time, for about an hour.
but before we leave them, a tale of irony.

The lone dancer she saw earlier, passes by. The three wise men laugh as they tell her they are both eating the same magical cookies. Odd that at one point, a large separation had existed between her and the man who was dancing alone. But some how were still connected. But that is not the end. The man from earlier calls her....

In fact there is much more to tell, but I will leave you like the memory of most evenings go. Lost in a black out, somewhere. I wonder where we go when we black out? Because its' not reality. ...

But this random act of awesomeness would have not existed without the trusting condition of randomness, and acts of such as being benefitial. This is why music was created, you were meant to hear it.

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