The Peak of Our Existence

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We run across the pavement, our breaths heavy, but our souls light. The adrenaline kicks in and I see you in an entirely new light. your hair blowing in the wind, your face glistening with emotion and excitement. I soak you in, your light. Who knows how long this will last? Who knows when I'll see you like this again? We came to the venue we were running to. We attract a few stares, but most people are in the starring role of their movie and pay no mind to us. The black building is buzzing with music junkies and teenagers. The blue fluorescent lights put you under a spotlight, in an angelic light. my head swims in pure infatuation with you, with this feeling. You turn to me and say "You ready for the peak of your existence?" I laughed and ran towards the ticket stand, not answering. I show him my ticket and wait for you while you show him yours. This was a pretty underground band we were going to see, so there weren't that many people here. I run my fingers through my hair and take a deep breath. The air is thick with smoke and anticipation. You walk to me and snake your arm around the lower part of my back. you say that you're going to go get a drink, and I ask for a dr pepper. I weave my way through the crowd inside, seeing a few people I recognize. I go to a lot of shows like this and it's a lot of the same crowd that shows up. Once I get to the pit, I find a comfortable space on the railing and wait for you. The room is full of optimistic teenagers, sneaking out for a night on the town, seasoned music junkies who are probably going to say something along the lines of "this band really shows the growth of the music industry, and how mind washed we are" which nobody is going to understand, not even the music junkies themselves. I rest my head in my hands, leaning against the railing.

The show starts and you run up. They start playing "Jumper" and you rest your chin on my forehead. The lights come down and I turn around and look at you. The shade of the room brings out your features. One strand of your hair falls into your face, but you don't seem to notice it, you have tunnel vision for me. You start to mouth the words of the song to me, "A nd if you do not want to see me again, I would understand, I would understand." The bass solo starts and you spin me around, making me throw my head back with laughter. You grin and pull me close, and even though we were in a room full of people, it felt like we were the only people on earth. The beat drops on the song, and orange lights flash onto the audience. Your eyes fill up with light and joy. This is it. The laughter, the music, the weight of emotion and memories in the air. This is the peak of my existence.