Currently, this is my favorite exceprt from the re-vamped 'The Lost Song of Nimrod'. It has drinking in it, which I normally don't condone, but it was a part of the story before I felt that way, so I have retain it for nostalgia's sake.
He handed me a cup and we headed outside. Walking, I tripped over the doorframe and lauched forward, spilling a bit of whatever it was before regaining balance.
"Easy, skipper." Tre slipped an arm around my waist, steadying me. I felt silly and giddy, like anything could happen. Cool air was rushing around my head and the stars were so bright, so bright.
"Tonight is so weird," I told him, taking a sip - rum and Coke. "All these things we never thought would happen - you, the band, the possible record deal - all tonight. I'm afraid it's not real, like any minute I'll wake up and it will be gone, just a dream that will never be...never be..." The words escaped me as he leaned against the brick, those brilliant blue eyes so intent, focused.
"Never be?" He prodded. I paused. I was pretty far gone.
"Never be as intense, as vivid. As it is, you know, right now."
That's all you get. Spirits have improved tonight...hopefully I will feel better tommorrow.
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