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It's Too Weird
"Why am I even here?"
Laney sighed, looking up at the ceiling of the gymnasium. The mid-spring dance was a buzz, but Laney was sitting at table by herself. She was all dressed up in her outfit that she wore in the Queen Bee contest, hoping to have at least one dance with the guy of her dreams. The dimly lit room made the atmosphere soft and night-like, as the theme was 'Midnight in Paris'. Kin and Kon cackled on how cliche and dorky it was, but Laney herself thought it was the perfect theme for her and Corey. But Corey obviously had a different plan. A crazy plan that just might work.
And it did.
When Corey announced that he signed the band up to play for the dance, it was safe to say he got mixed reactions. While Kin and Kon cheered, Laney scolded him yet again for not thinking it through.
"Core! We don't have lyrics to play at the dance!"
"That's not a problem, Lanes! The principal said she'd give us a list of songs to play, so lyrics aren't a problem for this one!"
The Big Date
Larry and Laney walked side by side, laughing as they exited the movie theater. They just finished their movie a few moments ago and they were heading to the park, chatting it up.
"No, the best part was when the cop was shooting zombies all on his own!"
"That was pretty cool, but I think the best was when they trashed the rest stop!"
They weren't holding hands, but they were close enough for people to realize that they were on a date. The movie the twosome saw was a simple horror/comedy zombie apocalypse, and it was supposedly a big hit. The tickets on the first night sold out within an hour! Luckily, Larry pre-ordered the tickets so the wait in line was a little less worrisome.
The cool spring air was a nice greeting to the bass players when they exited the theater. It nipped at Laney's cheeks as she and Larry walked through the concrete paths in the park. Although the risk of being spotted by their friends was constant, Laney couldn't help but enjoy the date. Never in a million years
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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