White.His color.
My mouth falls open and I press my nose to the window.
But whatever I saw, a flash, a burst, is so far away and getting further by the second.
Before I can confirm anything, we take a turn and the road disappears.
It’s Friday.
Which means we’re sneaking out, my friends and I.
That’s the only thing I’m focusing on.
The only thing.
The other things —thing— is totally out of my mind. Because there’s just no point thinking about it, you know? Because what happened last night — whatI thoughthappened last night — never really happened.
It never did.
I only thought that it happened. I only thought that Isawsomething. A flash of white.
When in reality, I saw nothing.
In reality, I snuck out to dance, and in the process saved the Blue Madonna from an intruder.
I mean, if there was an intruder.
Maybe that was my imagination too, but who knows?
So yeah, I’m not going to think about what I felt last night or what I thought I saw. I’m only going to focus on tonight, on the fact that I’m sneaking out with my friends to go dancing and it’s going to be amazing.
Every Friday — like Thursday, Miss Alvarez is on duty — we get low-key dressed up and sneak out to this bar called Ballad of the Bards to go dancing.
It’s in Bardstown and one of the bartenders, Will, is Conrad’s friend.
He lets us in as long as we don’t drink any actual liquor since we’re all underage. He’s also nice enough to keep our weekly sojourns a secret.
Apart from Blue Madonna, it’s one of my favorite places in Bardstown.
Even though it’s located in kind of a shady part of town and the neon sign over the door flickers and goes on and off, I always get a cozy feeling from this place.
Not to mention, I love their music.
So Ballad of the Bards, like any other dance bar, is famous for its music. But their choices are unconventional. Instead of playing dance beats, they play sad music.
They put on songs about lost lovers and broken hearts, with deep violins and heavy, thick bass.
Maybe it’s the fact that I’m one of them now, one of the brokenhearted, but I love it.
I love the melancholy. I love the misery. I love the fact that I can slow dance to this music and if I spill a few tears, no one questions it.
Because that’s what you do when you hear a sad love song. You cry.
It’s like crying in the rain.
And I cannot wait to get inside and lose myself in them.
I cannot wait toremember.
