Apr 03, 2014 09:42
Ok, so maybe the songs I was listening to while writing had a bit of an effect on the topics :)
C is for Charlie
Charlie was not a patient person on good days. On days like today Charlie believed that people around him should be thankful he didn't own a gun. When Charlie finally stopped ranting long enough to think, he realized there was only one thing to do.
He sent out a mass text message then caught a cab. The cab dropped him off in the darker side of town. Shortly after his friends joined him. They entered the club as a pack.
Charlie weaved his way through the crowded dance floor and negotiated the song choice with the DJ. As his favourite song started, Charlie joined the crowd and danced until everything but the joy of freedom, movement and music dropped away.
He left the dance floor to join his friends at their table. They raised their glasses and drank to being happy even though the world was annoying.
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