On A Different Stage

Adelita: He was one of those guys. They waltz into your life and with a simple "how you doin'?" and your heart's already in his hands. Except he wasn't, not really. What I mean is, Ace didn't try to be. He was a walking lady magnet, but he didn't know it. I've never met a man so sensitive and artistic, but so dominant and masculine and just plain hot. He was perfect in every way in my young, naïve eyes, but I don't live in a fairytale. I learned about the cruel and deadly temptations of the real world eventually. On the outside, it was just another scar marring my imperfect skin; a lesson learned and a thing of the past. On the inside it was supposed to be another chip or crack, but instead it left a gaping hole. There was always a constant ache that could never go away. Music soothed that ache as it always had for me, but his music almost made it go away until the song ended and I was lost in the dark all over again. Ace: She was the kind of girl... actually, she was no "kind" of girl; she was more different and more unique than any person I'd ever met. No matter how closely I analyzed her and tried to anticipate her next move, she'd surprise me and thrill me all over again. I didn't deserve someone who made me feel so alive. I took every new thrill and twist and turn for granted. I don't think anyone could ever make me feel that way again.