Someone Else

The music is blasting..
He is sitting there, with his friends..
Tapping his feet to the beat..
The music transitions, and a new song comes on..
A crowd favourite..


He jumps up, and starts singing it loudly and dancing..
Those around him following suit..

It is a good night.

As the song finishes, he sits back down..
Squeezing between his friends..
The music is blasting, the lights are flashing, colours and bodies moving everywhere..

It is a good night.

Looking around, as his friends are all talking at the top of their lungs..
Trying to battle the never ending battle against the volume of the music, He makes eye contact..

An instant connection, one felt and shared strongly between another..
A perfect moment.

They share smiles, they share looks..
He gets up, walks over to her, and holds his hand out..
No words needed, no gifts, no suggestions..
She reaches out, and they go.

Disappearing into the masses of jumping and swinging bodies..

It is a good night.

They dance, close and fast..
Vigorously trying to keep up with the beats..
They tire, and get drinks, and sit together..
Close, talking about life, talking about themselves..
Sharing stories and jokes..

This is their night.

It is a good night.

The night wears thin, her friends want to go, They share numbers, and kiss goodbye..

Days go by, they're together again, driving along music blasting..
Their anthems from the night before, the songs that bring them back to that night..

Then suddenly, a shunt to the left, and it all goes blurry with a bright flash..

The music rushes back in, the lights start flashing once again, the bodies are back..
You return to the war, the war of the night life conversations..

You snap back into reality, no longer watching..

You're back to yourself, blinking and looking around..

"HEY!!" yells a familiar voice..

There she is, with her big beautiful smile, the designated photographer of the group, blocking the view of the one that just occupied your mind for that short while..

To your left, your best friend attempting to communicate with you throughout your lapse.. Looking at your with curious eyes.. Wanting a photo with you, a forever lasting memory with somebody she loves..

The night is still young.

Your friends disappear, their mission is over..
You glance back over, and she is gone..

The perfect person in your memory, that perfect moment you shared..
Had you gone over there, how different your life could have become..
Left there, wondering if you'll ever see them again..

This night, still young...

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