18
OLIVIA
My eyes fall shutas Penn’s deep voice floats through the mic, penetrating my ears. Chills dot my skin as I soak up the words. My body sways on its own, hearing the now familiar sound of their rhythm. I’m obsessed. I listen to them more often than not, and it’s not just because the broody guitarist has piqued my interest. They’re just that good, and watching them live? Even better.
It’s like an out of body experience. Something I’ve never had before. I feel everything. Every note. Every lyric. Every emotion. I feel connected to the crowd, and to the band, as if we’re all experiencing this together. I guess we are.
It’s anarchy, you and me
Ain’t no pretending otherwise
No plan, no peace, only pain
I might see you on the other side
I won’t lie and say it didn’t kill me
You can’t take it with you
Flesh and bone are all that’s left
You made your mark, carved in my skin
But I’ll erase it, never again
Drink it down the drain till it’s gone
I won’t lie and say it didn’t kill me
You pushed me to the edge
I’m the one who jumped off the ledge
You left but now I have this song
I won’t lie and say it didn’t kill me
Ain’t no pretending otherwise
I might see you on the other side
You haunt my head, my ghost that’s not dead
No goodbyes, only the memories I keep
You pushed me to the ledge but I made the leap
You made your mark
Now it’s gone, burned the bridge you use to walk on
I won’t lie and say it didn’t kill me
It didn’t kill me
When the song ends, I open my eyes, sighing. It’s over too quickly. Two songs were not enough. I want more of them. Of him.
“Damn,” Ellie says in my ear. “They areallhot.”
