Sic Transit Gloria And Fading Glory

... in which I explain why the right music is. Everything.

He keeps his hands low.
He doesn't wanna blow it.
He's wet from head to toe and
His eyes give her the up and the down.

- Sic Transit Gloria... Glory Fades, Brand New

He'd slept with many girls before. This would be his final conquest. The last one that would mean the end of everything. Mostly. And she didn't look too hard. She would be his. And he would love her. Till they woke up.

It's like standing at the same place shuffling your feet a little and bobbing your head to an imaginargy beat. That's real. So what if people look, stare and laugh like they're superior somehow because they wear clean underpants and comb their hair the right way. I'll keep to myself, thank you very much. Wait till I get my friend though.

She didn't look like she was enjoying the music. And she didn't look alone. But that hadn't mattered twice, maybe three times before. They always looked better when they were with someone else. He walks up to her, the unmistakable swagger of someone who knows what to do and what to say. She glances at him once over the shoulder of someone who really doesn't matter. He looks at her and smiles. He knows she will smile back. She does.

And then it's like sliding down one of those twisty water slides knowing you don't know to swim, so hopefully when you hit the water, it won't be too deep. The edges of the tin of riffs opened up cuts with its jagged little metal serration. Don't stop running.

They don't talk much. But whatever he says, he looks into her eyes. She doesn't need to believe him. As long as she hears. As long as she listens. At the back of his mind is the thought that after this, there would be no more. So he needed to enjoy this. The noise of everything else was easily drowned by the silence of her saying nothing at all, but giving in. And he loved it.

We're shuffling our feet once again.
up the stairs, the station where, the act becomes, the art of growing up
The water slide is fast, windy and kicks the air out of you. And just when you think you can breathe in, you're in the water.

She didn't offer much resistance. Which was a pity because he'd hoped for a fight. It wasn't his best, but his work was done. You can never grow old if you know never to stop. And he had to grow old.

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