Cassette Tapes and Victorian Vinyl
The record spins around and around, playing the tunes to keep the evening party going. Reaching for the glasses of wine and whiskey, and the glasses making a slight clink noise as the groups make well wishes to each other, and making small talk, while the moon starts to set in the glass windows. The women going into the bathroom to fix their makeup an one of the women, she looks in the mirror saying "I'm a diva" with tears down her face, because she's not wearing the newest fashions and with that she's earning the nickname "cheap", and how she has to live with the tragedy of never being one of the people among the party that the others converse with on a regular basis. The music comes to a stop and the man walks over to flip over the record as it plays a burlesque dance tune. The men and women of the groups pair up for the evening couple dance. She looks around to look for someone to dance with and goes for the man in the corner who seems to be by himself and they dance away to the tune, the couples dancing and singing along to the well known tune. She goes to leave following halfway in the dance and sits down to light the cigeratte that she grabbed from a box on the table, not knowing what happens next........., but you know how the story goes, because there's a good reason tables are numbered, you just haven't thought of it yet. The cassette tape plays, while I sit in the corner of the beach, the sand and water meeting at the shoreline and making the loud crashing noise with the waves rising and falling. The sun makes the sky hazy and the salt is in the air and it makes it feel like time has slowed down. The groups of people are together laughing and swimming, or on the beach talking about the plans for rest of the month, while I sing to the music, and write down my favorite lyrics in the notebook I brought. I think of how the weather never gave a damn about me, while it changes more often now. The cassette stops and I go to flip it over. The sun is starting to move again, and the air is turning cooler and I sing along to the music writing down more lyrics, hoping I'd come up with my own. The sky is now turning orange and the groups of people are getting smaller as they say their goodbyes for the day to go home. The sun starts to set as I watch it disappear behind the horizon and I see the moon rising. The moon is starting to rise higher and I stood up with my cassette tapes, following the last of the groups back to my own home. Hey moon, please forget to fall down, hey moon don't you go down. You are at the top of my lungs drawn to the ones who never yawn.
Panic! At The Disco, emo, 2006, 2007, 2008