"screaming into microphones for attention because we're just so bored"
6:15, it's time to go on. Hopefully, someday we won't be opening this place.
Take a glimpse into the crows. You know you're looking for her. She promised she'd be here. Then again, so did a lot of people. You wish we could get more kids inside. It's too late now.
"Promise me you'll forget me... "
There's a girl in the front row. She knows all the words. She knows all the words to your crappy songs. You have a fan, a true genuine fan. Don't let this one go.
You look her in the eye, giver her a smale. She couldn't be a day over 14 years old.
"We're on myspace" you say, like anyone's paying attention. Walk off stage. Then you talk to the girl. She looks up at you in awe. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the hoards of girls, circling the band that plays last tonight. At least you get a taste of the "good life"
The she walks in, you walk away, forget what you're doing, who you were talking to.
"It's okay." "We weren't that great." "Hopefully everyone else does too." "Hey how about we hang out soon!?"
"Boys like you are a dime a dozen..."
A few hours and you're aleady jaded. It's CHARM CITY and you're not that special just yet.