She always knows where the crowds at
She puts her mouth on a cigarette, I put it out 'cause she likes that.
She always dances when it's raining
Bright lights,
sHe's fading
Feels right,
sHe's crazy.
sHe wants somebody to love in the right way.
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"Oh, you've got tattoos." Her mother speaks to me with a cringed up nose as I grabbed the drink from Scott's hands. She shows me how distasteful it is in her mind with a single snark from her mouth.
Funny thing is, she has only seen the few that sit around my wrist. I can't imagine what her reaction will be when she gets a look at the swallows and butterfly on my chest. Which happens to be my favourite tattoo on me.
"Yes ma'am"
"Just around your wrist?" She asks with me knowing this is going to be an entertaining night.
Becca once told me how much her parents hated the idea of a tattoo. I'm not sure because it is permanent or that really, in a baby boomers eyes, it looks trashy. Which I understand that with theirs and my mums generation, tattoos were the Devils brother. If you had gotten a tattoo, you didn't know how to hold a job or go to school because you didn't care about you're appearance.
Which I can agree with in someway. If you've got a giant pair of tits on your forearm, that is just disrespectful and trashy. But if it's a form of art, like Beccas rose half sleeve, then I don't think it is trashy. I think it shows a lot about a person to commit to something for the rest of their life and allow people to ask them what their tattoos mean. Which results in a conversation and a leverage to get to know someone a lot more.
Just like undergarments, a tattoo can revel a lot about a person.
"Uh no ma'am, I have about 27"
She freezes or it has seems like the world freezes. I cannot tell because literally everyone around me has stopped moving. It's just Taylor and I sitting together at the point, trying to understand if God had pressed paused on everything.
"Yes Andrea, Harry got his first one at 16, correct?" Scott presses play to the situation, helping my breathing to become regular again.
During the interviewing process, they needed to examine all of my tattoos on how they were inked on, where I had gotten them and the time frame between each tattoo. When Scott had come in half way through to see my face in utter despair, he laughed and bought me a coffee, trying to make the process easier for me. He had sent away the nurse while we talked, giving me a solid two hour break from endless questions and rubber gloves pressing against my body.
I was open and honest about every single one of them, sharing that some were honest mistakes but I have plans on covering them up during some point of my life. Scott was interested to hear why I inked my skin with something so forever lasting.
"I like the idea of forever sir"
With my words, a smile had come to his face.
I guess Taylor's father had seen me naked before her. Which is oddly funny.
"Yes sir, I got an A and G for my mum and sister the day I got into medical school in the United States."
Scott chuckles, knowing how much I'm not a fan of my own father though they are very close friends. I would never ink something of my father onto my skin.
