thou shalt not conform when thou could blaze thy own path..

On Being A Romantic

"One last kiss..
One last touch..
One last tender moment between us.."

The music crooned on.

It was a good night; the place was crowded, the crowd was happening, the dance floor was booked.

He sat on the edge of the velvet three-seater, his crowd consisting of nobody in particular, merely muses of all sorts.

He hummed a little tune he made up, remixing again and again until he got the right rhythm. Never needing to record anything down cos he's got great memory when it comes to music, and like wat it was, it was a good night.

He reached across the table, held onto her hand, and said while the music tingled his senses, "Why don't you consider me, baby.."

A half grin lingered on his face, she looked around and pulled a stranger out of the dark, "Cos I'm engaged to him, baby.." and murmured a thank you in the stranger's ear.

They both smiled across the room, his hands still hold onto hers. They both knew it was the music, leading them on.

Both knew naught what the morrow might brings, just holding onto the simple understanding of now, now that counts.

Two strangers holding onto the night.

♣

He went home with the tune in his head.

He cant wipe off that silly grin from his face; giddy with inspiration for his next song.

He self-consciously picked a song from his customised jukebox.

"So tonight I really wanna feel you grooving..
Move our body close to me..
I know it's where you wanna be..
On me.."

He went to the balcony, leaning towards the edge as the night wore out and changed into dawn.

He should feel weary to the bone, but the memory of a certain smile lingered, along with previous night's smell of promises.

It was a good night.

♣

"When you believe in things that you don't understand,
Then you suffer.."

The radio mocked him.

He couldnt stop thinking of the smile.

He wished he could just shut off the thoughts, but it continued to sneak in.

He went back to the club again that night.

It was the usual mixture of crowds; strange faces holding sweet promises as the music played on.

But she wasnt there.

He hoped he could twirled another tune from the air, but it didnt work.

He wished he could remember just how to meet her again, but there's no number or familiar faces.

He went back earlier than usual, the music sounded far away.

♣

"I’ve been sitting here..
All alone in my home..
And I’ve been thinking, thinking just.."

The night was slow.

There's no music in the air, the words merely appeared in his mind.

Music is a part of his life, but for the life of him, he suddenly couldnt remember how to call it out of the blue.

It's been a week.

He shouldnt bring up hope of seeing her again.

But he couldnt just give up.

Grabbing a jacket on his way out, he drove to the club again, crossing his fingers.

Please be there.

♣

The night was young.

The music was making her restless.

Her usual crowd had yet to arrive.

She vowed to leave in five minutes if they didnt arrive.

Then she saw him walking thru the door.

The same guy who made her smile the other day with their mild flirtation.

She hoped he saw her.

He did.

Grinning across the room, he walked towards her.

She could hear him crooning a song..

"Whatever you want to do..
It's alright with me..
You make me feel so brand new.."

She made a little space and said "Hi.."

He slipped in beside her and replied back "Hiya back.."

She hoped her friends would take their time.

He said a little prayer and thanked the higher power for making the decision of coming over tonite.

They moved against the music till dawn and it was muse all the way.

The End

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