This week on Red Writing Hood we were told to listen to the songs that were top of the chart on the day of our birth and let them inspire us in 300 words or less.
These are the songs I got with my birthday
UK – Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now – Starship
US – (I Just) Died In Your Arms – Cutting Crew (this one, I picked… mostly because I recognised it most out of this and the UK top song. It also suits the mopey mood in which we find our character. )
Australia – Boom Boom (Let’s Go Back To My Room) – Paul Lekakis (seriously? no. Just… no. Australia, you had weird taste in music in 1987. I forgive you, though, because you brought us a ton of other, much better music, according to wikipedia.)
This is a continuation of The Necessary, right after This piece.
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“I love that song.”
I yelped in surprise at finding the boy from the club so close. The purple and silver scrollwork of tattoos up the side of his face was even more surreal in daylight.
I tugged my ear buds out by the cord and stepped back.
He flashed his wickedly sharp teeth in a grin and sang, “Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight.”
I didn’t say anything, just twisted my headphone cord around my fingers. He was cute enough, in a punkish way, but his smile brought to mind piranhas. He was definitely Joanna’s type.
“We haven’t been properly introduced,” he held out his hand, and I accepted it reluctantly. “Ren. We nearly met last Thursday.”
I tugged my hand out of his over-warm grip. I was sure he wanted me to ask about his hearing, but I’d met enough Necessarians that it really wasn’t all that surprising to meet a guy with pointed ears and bat-like hearing.
Ren tugged at a charm suspended from the silver wire spiraling up the side of his ear, head cocked expectantly.
I was tired. Coming here didn’t feel the same without Joanna, didn’t have that same sense of adventure and wild abandon. Ren’s presence was a reminder of last week’s fight, salt on the open wound of my dead friendship.
I walked away. I did my best to pretend he wasn’t there when Ren fell into step beside me.
“I saw Cutting Crew play live in ‘81 – great concert.”
“They weren’t even around until 1985.” I glared at him, taking in his youthful features, his torn jeans and Converse and added, “and you couldn’t possibly have been around at that time.”
“She speaks! And she knows her music history.”
I fought a smile.