How Does It Feel?

Hundreds of bodies tap out their own unique rhythm, a hundred different beats that each match up perfectly with the original. Heat rises up from my bare shoulders and joins that from the rest of the crowd. The girl next to me has never heard this band before, but she moves as energetically as I do, and I've loved them for years.

The guitarist pauses and looks me right in the eyes.
"How does it feel to know you're everything I need?
The butterflies in my stomach
They could bring me to my knees."

He harmonizes perfectly, his gaze never leaving mine. The same girl beside me screams obnoxiously, reaching her hands out to him. He acknowledges her briefly and catches my eye again.
"How does it feel when we get locked into a stare?"

There's no one else around me. I'm all alone, caught in his gaze. My hair is blown back from my shoulders by some invisible wind, and goosebumps race down my arms. His hands leave the guitar, and the music stops. My heart beats loudly in my ears and my hands feel heavy.
"If I had to choose a way to die,
It'd be with you
In a goosebump infested embrace
With my overanxious hands cupping your face."

The vocalist starting in again seems to shock us both, and I stare at my feet, a bit embarrassed.

"How does it feel?"



Evil Lunch Lady said...


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Scott said...

Hey! Women have fantasies, too!

AnniforsciA said...

Mmm yay!