But, I Can't Sing
"I'm (Your Name). It's a pleasure to meet you, Ramos." Ramos nods and responds,
"I like the formality. You two want to come in and chill with us?" You both nod yes and then follow Lucas into the room.
Lava lamps line the edge of the room and weird colored bean bags are being occupied by sweaty band members. You sit in the purple one next to Lucas and Alexis. The next few hours are the best of your life. You play Chutes and Ladders with people a decade older than you, and crush them. You lose a few times at UNO and learn how to play a few chords on the guitar. When midnight rolls around you're sad to say that you have to go, but the warm fluttery feeling in your stomach is one you know will last for days.
Maybe not crowd surfing was a good choice afterall.
"I like the formality. You two want to come in and chill with us?" You both nod yes and then follow Lucas into the room.
Lava lamps line the edge of the room and weird colored bean bags are being occupied by sweaty band members. You sit in the purple one next to Lucas and Alexis. The next few hours are the best of your life. You play Chutes and Ladders with people a decade older than you, and crush them. You lose a few times at UNO and learn how to play a few chords on the guitar. When midnight rolls around you're sad to say that you have to go, but the warm fluttery feeling in your stomach is one you know will last for days.
Maybe not crowd surfing was a good choice afterall.
