The jukebox shuffles, Alice Cooper all the way to Led Zepplin, but the needle falls on this liitle rare gem. The piano hits the low end of the scale while the bass plays a heavy E. Truth is you can't realize how nice the rhythm is until the horns come in slowly but they still only accentuate your voice. Not an angel but rather a star, a diva, someone I could only think about in my dreams to sing the kind of chrous you do. That line lifts and the vibrato dissapears and you sing from the heart, not the stomach. Your hand tight around the microphone, your supple lips part and out flies the chorus that the 2,000-plus people in the club have been waiting for.
"I told you how long ago," your words rang "All the time in the world, i've had a thing for you." The strobe lights blinked, the darkness erupted inbetween the dazzle of electric lights that rang throughout the room, yet even still I kept my gaze deep and fixed. A smile crept up one side, slowly filling the gap in your dimples when you sang after the breakdown "You got to keep that chin up, I'm going to come back here for that for that phone number". Was it for me? It didn't matter the lights dimmed and flashed, sparked and spilled all over the dance floor and my gaze locked still to your honey brown eyes, that long black hair that danced and teased; my ideas, wit, and humor, completely lacking in this moment of total infatuation. There you were, wide smile and big bright eyes, and I just watched in awe as perfection walked right out.
The night was cold, full of that alley-piss stench in the bar. I wondered if I could ever meet you again under these dim lights. Dim because I was only considerable under those conditions, otherwise I would have acted upon the twinkle in your eyes, the smile you flashed, but truth be told, I could just be crazy.
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