Miscreants littered the hallway into the basement that smelled of liquor and sweat. I can’t explain why I was at that party when I was 25, I’d graduated three years ago and I was still hanging out with college friends. Mostly everyone I went to class with moved back, but I still had a job and didn’t want to go home. But the music scene was good.
I won’t name names, but there’s a couple bands that played in my circle that are big enough to still be around. My favorite, well, I kind of miss the way she sang with that heavy voice. She was the closest person to ever make me contemplate my sexuality… But I’m getting too far away from why we’re here.
The cement floor meant one wrong move in that mosh pit would be pretty brutal. I got a bruise on my ribcage from standing too close to a guy doing roundhouse kicks. Not fun. I drank from a clear cup (I think) — and leaned against a wall talking to my friend who was still a Sophomore. It was a good show and later into the night when my ears had taken enough abuse I stepped back outside and onto the lawn. Three or four guys were drinking and laughing. Their bombastic and alcoholic grabbed my attention while I smoked my cigarette. They were all kind of cute in their own way, if I remember, but the one sitting on the bench had flawless, pale skin and these intense eyes that completely ignored me.