Okay, so I haven't heard the song before, so I don't know what she's actually talking about in the whole picture sooo yeah.
Thank you Inkpen_Scroll for commenting first some song lyrics. I hope you are not disappointed.
"Turn it up it's your favorite song
Dance, dance, dance, to the distortion
Turn it up, keep it on repeat
Stumbling like wasted zombies"
She couldn't think straight, her thoughts were a mess. She felt alone, so very very alone, but she was surrounded by people. Music was blaring, the bass was pounding. Her heartbeat kept getting faster. Her vision was swirling. The crowded room kept getting smaller and smaller until..
Turn it up, it's your favorite song
He grabbed her hand and pulled, dragging her out of the fray, into something else entirely. She was fixed on moving. She was overwhelmed but so relieved that he was here. As always. To rescue her. He was getting her out.
Dance, dance, dance to the distortion
They made their way through the crowds of people. Downstairs, around corners, through rooms, but never letting go of each other. Their movements were smooth and in sync. Everything was crazy, at least to her. Disturbed. Everything moved and was blurry, but in reality, it was just a party.
Turn it up, keep it on repeat
She gripped his hand tighter despite their sweaty palms. She focused on him, fixed her eyes on the back of him as he lead her away. And the noise, the loud got quieter and quieter.
Stumbling around like wasted zombies
Maybe a bit too much champagne. Maybe she skipped her daily medication. But he was there to catch her. He was there to hold her hand and, though ungracefully, they made it out of the crowded place. He got her to breathe again.
Okay, let me explain my thought here, though they may not make sense. The "he" is a song. He's music. A lot of people rely on music to get them out of a mood or they just use it as an escape. "She" has anxiety. The party that isn't so very crazy, feels huge to her and she can't get out. Then her song comes on, the one she relies on, and she's okay, at least okay enough to get out of her situation. Does that make sense? Or am I totally way off in nowhere land?
Any other prompts for me.?
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RandomThis is where I will put the completely random, has nothing to do with anything stories that I create when I have writers block. I'll put out a stick (or two or three) and write based off what the stick says. Please don't judge me... :)
