The rain falls all over my face.
Only it’s not the rain, but maybe my eyes are watering. The sun’s too harsh.
It’s right in my eye. I hate it. I love it. I’ll figure it out another time.
Anyway, I was hearing a different song when he came along.
It was the wrong song.
Because I saw him fall, right over the pavement, in the horrid way that attracts a lot of attention, makes a lot of uncaring strangers care enough to notice it, make a note of it, and go about doing what they were.
He picked himself up. I didn’t try and help. Of course I’m an uncaring stranger as well. That’s how he would like me anyway.
But the song was all wrong. And it was too late. I had already painted a beach behind him, his clothes were off and sand was glittering on his skin. He was smiling a brilliant smile. Another bright white light that made my eyes water.
The music was crazy. All the words he said were twisted and jumbled. I was staring at him, shamelessly, in the way that those ugly men in a girl’s worst nightmares do. (Girls in
I should have put my finger on fast forward, changed the song, probably a Megadeth track would’ve put things right, shaken me into reality. All it would’ve taken- a small touch-a gentle push on my ipod- maybe life would’ve played right.
The song was nearing its end. I knew it. I’ve heard it a million times. This was the part- right after the careful voice modulation, the ceaseless guitar solo that’s just beginning to fade.
“You probably done it to a hundred guys!” he was screaming. I covered my ears.
I could see the sun going down behind his face. ‘Wait,’ I thought.
The pavement was bare. I could see a silhouette in the distance. I started to smile.
Megadeth is next.
