I stood there watching the rain fall, I couldn’t fathom anywhere else I’d rather be than here. Straining my mind for answers, why I wasn’t precisely, or exactly, good enough? It didn’t matter though, it surely didn’t matter to him. I decided to go inside and the boom of the stereo system startled me at first. Teenagers, like myself, were dancing everywhere, barely clothed, and morphing themselves within the senseless music that defined today’s generation of virtuoso ambition. I slowly went upstairs to the nameless three bedroom quarters, shivers went up my spine, quickly mentally preparing myself for what I could potentially see, and what would surely break my heart. I could hear laugher, and whispers to try to attempt to contain the other one’s pleasures. I knocked softly on the door, but the party on the other end probably couldn’t hear me competing with everything else surrounding myself and them. “Hello!” I was surprised how reliable my vocals were, I thought for sure I lost them mustering up the courage to even show my face here, at a place such as this, something I couldn’t imagine myself participating in, a large social gathering, with people my own age, mainstreaming it, intoxicating themselves with alcoholic beverage and other substances, and just fucking themselves and others. “Hello!” I said once more, this time knocking loudly and sharply. Enough with adequate politeness, this is some scummy, youth induced bash, I’m going in.
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