It’s likewhen you go to see a band& you’re blown awayby the opening actthey transport yougrooving on their ample vibeletting it wash over youwishing their setwould never endYou buy their recordslisten obsessivelylearn all the wordsjoin their fan clubfollow their tourdanceand danceand dancecatch their eyemeet them backstageall the makings of a groupieTime passes& your focus wanesthey’ve changed their soundput out a new recordyou’ve found someone newbut they’re still therelike background musicalways present& comfortablebecause you can tune inwhen you wantbut mostly you don’tUntil suddenlywithout warningthat shit gets turned to 11& unavoidablyyou start tapping your feetthinking aboutgetting back on the busor at least feeling likemaybe you wanna dance again.
Fireblossom suggested the title. The rest is mine.
