A single ticket, an outstretched hand,
an open door to a different land.
A dim room and glowing lights,
brand-new faces and beautiful sights.
Crisp suits with jackets of black,
of flashing smiles there is no lack.
Dresses of blue, red, purple, green,
this I saw, as I entered the seen.
Beautiful friends accompany me,
we walk in ahead as a group of three.
Myself in a black suit and wine-color shirt,
dressed up except for my shoes which remain Converse.
My friend Z with caramel skin and a blue dress,
her hair flaring out to look like a lioness.
Mickey with ebony hair and snow-white skin,
a sparkling brown dress she was in.
150 or so in the proms loop,
40 or so coming for my school group.
We enter the room, than pass through to the courtyard,
the open aria as pretty as a postcard.
I thought the night couldn't be better with its Paris trend,
the I caught sight of two of my close friends.
Tiger wearing a shimmering aqua dress,
her red hair flowing behind like that of a goddess.
Her boyfriend Ian looking his best,
was at her side in a matching tie and vest.
I introduced my friends to each other,
and my spreading smile I could not cover.
We went back inside where music was playing,
where sitting down no one was staying.
We danced and laughed and danced some more,
mixing in with others on the dance floor.
I was with friends as the night began to relax,
Annie, Brook, Matt, Jamie and Alex.
John, and his girlfriend Sarah,
together they made such a cute pair.
A photo of everyone, our smiles all tooth,
then funny picks in the proms photo-booth.
We go back to spending time with each other,
then rocking out to the Summer Set and Jonas Brothers.
Line dancing with some doing better than others,
every one having a good time with each other.
The night went on without a hiccup or problem,
all laughing like a funny's column.
More photos and dances with friends,
my heart was saddened as the night came to an end.
A last dance a flash of purely teeth,
then the room settles to a quite peace.
back into the night, back into the cold,
a last squeeze to the hand I hold.
At the stroke of 12:00 the night does end,
a second more they will not lend.
for on night I was free and careless,
and it all started with an evening in Paris.
An Evening in Paris
