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Authors: Maayan Nahmani
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white leather jacket over it, paired with black ankle strap stilettos.
My white dress was a delicate eyelet lace that was shear around the neckline. The dress tapered down to accentuate my slim waist and flared at the hips above the knee, creating that perfect hour glass shape. I paired it with a red leather jacket and red stiletto heels.
We found an open seat in the corner. We drank and got caught up on each other’s life, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. Soon, our drinks were gone and Ella wasted no time. She took my hand and pulled me toward the dance floor. If I Lose Myself by One Republic played loudly while we made our way to the middle of the dance floor. We began to dance, jumping up and down, freely going crazy with the crowd. Ella turned towards me and took me in her arms, hugging me tightly while she jumped up and down, making me jump along with her.
“I missed you so much!” she screamed in my ear. I had missed her too.
We continued to dance together while shouting the words out loud. I closed my eyes and got lost in the music, slipping away and forgetting where I was, where I came from.
Avicii’s Hey Brother came bursting through the speakers, shattering my bubble into a million pieces. The melody filled the room with its haunting lyrics. A sharp pang of sorrow shot into my heart as thoughts about Adam flitted through my mind. I couldn’t forget his eyes when he looked at me, so much fright. It made me want to weep from the unfairness of it all. His reaction today, the helplessness I saw in him made him look older than his years.
I stopped dancing and instead of forgetting, all I could do was remember . Would this cycle ever end? Why couldn’t I be a normal girl? All I wanted to do was go out and have fun. Why wouldn’t the thoughts leave me alone? Why?
Feeling a tap on my arm, I looked up. Ella was watching me with sad, knowing eyes. Linking our arms together, she led us back to the table and sat next to me on the stool.
“Are you okay?” Her eyes bore into mine. She was inspecting me. Reading me. “You got lost in there for a while.”
“Yeah, I’m fine… it’s just… the song…” I sucked in a breath. “It reminded me of Adam.”
Nodding with understanding, she gave me a fierce hug. Then, she leaned back, held my shoulders and grinned. “You musicians are so mushy.”
Smiling through my burning eyes, I shook my head. “Shut up.”
She motioned to the waitress to come to our table and said, “I have the perfect therapy for you.” Then she pointed to the stage.
“Hell to the no!”
“Why not? You had a rough day. The only way you truly let go is through music. How long has it been since you sang? Or wrote something down? It’s the perfect way to deal. You should listen to me, I know best.”
“Why? Because you studied it theoretically?” I grumbled.
“No…because I know you .”
I had nothing to say to that. She was right about my writing. It’d been too long since I had to sit down and actually write. With everything that was going on, I couldn’t bring myself to pick up a pen. I wasn’t inspired.
But I did sing. I sang to myself and to my dad. When I sang, I was in tune with my body. I felt everything around me. The good and the bad. Sometimes the sensations would overwhelm me, yet it was my remedy. It healed me.
I was afraid though, and like the coward I was when it came to singing, I resisted.
“You know I don’t like to sing in front of people. I get nervous. I hate when people look at me.”
“Babe, you’re pretty so they would look at you anyway.” Giving her a shove, I took a long gulp of my mojito. ”You need it Aria. You have a long way to go. What you had today with Adam was not the first and it won’t be the last. You need your sanity, and I know you. Your music is the only thing that keeps your head above water. So, please? For me?” She brought her hands in the form of a prayer and batted her eyelashes. “The stage is
My white dress was a delicate eyelet lace that was shear around the neckline. The dress tapered down to accentuate my slim waist and flared at the hips above the knee, creating that perfect hour glass shape. I paired it with a red leather jacket and red stiletto heels.
We found an open seat in the corner. We drank and got caught up on each other’s life, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. Soon, our drinks were gone and Ella wasted no time. She took my hand and pulled me toward the dance floor. If I Lose Myself by One Republic played loudly while we made our way to the middle of the dance floor. We began to dance, jumping up and down, freely going crazy with the crowd. Ella turned towards me and took me in her arms, hugging me tightly while she jumped up and down, making me jump along with her.
“I missed you so much!” she screamed in my ear. I had missed her too.
We continued to dance together while shouting the words out loud. I closed my eyes and got lost in the music, slipping away and forgetting where I was, where I came from.
Avicii’s Hey Brother came bursting through the speakers, shattering my bubble into a million pieces. The melody filled the room with its haunting lyrics. A sharp pang of sorrow shot into my heart as thoughts about Adam flitted through my mind. I couldn’t forget his eyes when he looked at me, so much fright. It made me want to weep from the unfairness of it all. His reaction today, the helplessness I saw in him made him look older than his years.
I stopped dancing and instead of forgetting, all I could do was remember . Would this cycle ever end? Why couldn’t I be a normal girl? All I wanted to do was go out and have fun. Why wouldn’t the thoughts leave me alone? Why?
Feeling a tap on my arm, I looked up. Ella was watching me with sad, knowing eyes. Linking our arms together, she led us back to the table and sat next to me on the stool.
“Are you okay?” Her eyes bore into mine. She was inspecting me. Reading me. “You got lost in there for a while.”
“Yeah, I’m fine… it’s just… the song…” I sucked in a breath. “It reminded me of Adam.”
Nodding with understanding, she gave me a fierce hug. Then, she leaned back, held my shoulders and grinned. “You musicians are so mushy.”
Smiling through my burning eyes, I shook my head. “Shut up.”
She motioned to the waitress to come to our table and said, “I have the perfect therapy for you.” Then she pointed to the stage.
“Hell to the no!”
“Why not? You had a rough day. The only way you truly let go is through music. How long has it been since you sang? Or wrote something down? It’s the perfect way to deal. You should listen to me, I know best.”
“Why? Because you studied it theoretically?” I grumbled.
“No…because I know you .”
I had nothing to say to that. She was right about my writing. It’d been too long since I had to sit down and actually write. With everything that was going on, I couldn’t bring myself to pick up a pen. I wasn’t inspired.
But I did sing. I sang to myself and to my dad. When I sang, I was in tune with my body. I felt everything around me. The good and the bad. Sometimes the sensations would overwhelm me, yet it was my remedy. It healed me.
I was afraid though, and like the coward I was when it came to singing, I resisted.
“You know I don’t like to sing in front of people. I get nervous. I hate when people look at me.”
“Babe, you’re pretty so they would look at you anyway.” Giving her a shove, I took a long gulp of my mojito. ”You need it Aria. You have a long way to go. What you had today with Adam was not the first and it won’t be the last. You need your sanity, and I know you. Your music is the only thing that keeps your head above water. So, please? For me?” She brought her hands in the form of a prayer and batted her eyelashes. “The stage is
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