Saturday night and you felt alive, you went out with your friends to The Boardwalk, and meet (early wpsiamtwin) Alex and his band mates.
Saturday night was the longest night of them all, going out with your friends, going to clubs or pubs, your friends stealing their parent's car to travel from one place to another, it simply was the best day of them all, you couldn't avoid that happiness that formed in you, even the time you spent choosing your makeup and your clothes it was worth the effort.
The Boardwalk was a place your friends always had in mind to go to but you simply got distracted and went somewhere else, this time you heard there was live music tonight, and it didn't take that long to convince your friends, they agreed to go all together, only the four of you with just a couple of pounds, the four of you together had enough to get pissed off your brains.
Tonight there was a band on the list, a new one you've never heard of before in Sheffield, you heard they had good groovy music and they could be the new greatest hit of all, they had catchy bridges, and bright guitars but they often seemed to miss something, the singer needed more emotion when he sang the words thru the microphone, he was a tall boy with blonde locks and green eyes, you heard his name was Dylan, he seemed to be a nice bloke but you didn't bother to pay that much attention to him, the boys from the band put their stuff away and you went back to the counter, the rest of your friends talked to some girls they met there, it was rather easy to make friends when you were not exactly pissed but just happy, it made everything mix well, the youthful music, plus the alcohol that ran thru the veins, it was right enough reason to dance, hearing your local band live was always a hit, Saturday night was endless while Sunday morning was merciless.
"Hey! I'm gonna get us a few more beers" You said to your friends, you weren't the type to leave without saying where you were going, you could never be too careful when you went out. You walked thru the people trying not to fall thanks to the annoying platforms you chose to wear, but soon enough you made it in one piece, "Hi, can you give me four coronas please" You said to the bartender leaning forward on the countertop, he nodded with his head, and grabbed them from a small cooler, he took the caps off of the four of them and gave them to you "Thank you" You said, he nodded with his head. Your friends were stunned by the boys in the band, all tall, and fit, but you weren't too amused, yeah they might have nice voices but you hoped the next band that came next would be better.
The boy with the sky blue shirt, grey jeans, and black kicks went to the stage, it was the bartender that gave you the beers only a few minutes ago, he was a cute boy with short brown hair with a messy haircut, some red spots on his soft pale skin, his lips thin and slightly chapped, he was a rather tall boy, with a white fender Stratocaster, there was another boy with a grey sweater, light-washed jeans, and Adidas shoes, you label him as the guy with a red telecaster, another boy came with much shorter and thinner hair, an air jamaica shirt, another taller boy with a red bass and the collar of his shirt up, in all honesty, you didn't know what to expect, just some 4 boys with guitars, a bass, and a drumset, you didn't expect them to rock that much, but they did.
The first moment you heard the smashing opening of the song titled, I Bet That You Look Good On The Dancefloor, your jaw dropped, you couldn't describe it in another way, it was all electricity when you heard that song, all the people there were jumping up and down, your friends were a bit distracted, dancing with the guys from the other band, but your focus was on the four boys on the stage, the bartender sang thru the microphone a bit uptight at first but as the song seemed to only get better, he slowly let go, danced around the stage, everything was going so fast as the lads with the red and white guitars strummed the strings faster and faster, and all of the people sang on the small seconds of the silence of the song, you even joined yelling, "Well, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor!" You couldn't hold it back, you were even sad they only had two more songs to perform, but in the two left you were dancing, laughing, swaying your hips and the heel of your shoes followed the beat of the songs.
