Post by Nessy on Mar 26, 2006 6:26:46 GMT 12
(:D! I had it saved on a Wordpad file, where I first started typing!)
The empty subway made a hell of a noise whenever someone decided to tap dance and sing. Was someone to remember what the hell that voice sang, it was Vogue by an ancient pop star called Madonna. It wasn't a melodious voice or anything of the sort, but it wasn't ear ripping either. It was pretty normal, casual, a bit overly happy for times like these. The constant flip, flop, tap tap tap, flip flop of the feet beating on the floor echoed through the area that had been so silent and quiet. A cat somewhere mewed in annoyance and kicked out of its trash can to walk away. People ought to be silent around there, since it was a hunting spot, but whoever that person was, it was clear that he couldn't care less.
As the flickering lamp stopped its constant and annoying blinking, the said person would be shown. Wearing a masculine business suit, an old white shirt and a t-shirt underneath it all, he had a kind of a coconut hat pulled over his brown hair. He also carried a bag over his shoulder to the opposite hip, a cigarette stuck on his mouth and semi-broken glasses, plus was wearing flip-flops on his feet. Curiously, he also had five piercings in his left ear and three in the other. And curiously, he was a she.
Poet. A weird person. A crazy wacko. A genious girl. Either one of them, or all of them. Snapping her right finger to accompain the rhythm of the song. Completely oblivious to her surroundings.
"Come on, vogue
Let your body move to the music, move to the music
Hey, hey, hey
Come on, vogue
Let your body go with the flow, go with the flow
You know you can do it"
The empty subway made a hell of a noise whenever someone decided to tap dance and sing. Was someone to remember what the hell that voice sang, it was Vogue by an ancient pop star called Madonna. It wasn't a melodious voice or anything of the sort, but it wasn't ear ripping either. It was pretty normal, casual, a bit overly happy for times like these. The constant flip, flop, tap tap tap, flip flop of the feet beating on the floor echoed through the area that had been so silent and quiet. A cat somewhere mewed in annoyance and kicked out of its trash can to walk away. People ought to be silent around there, since it was a hunting spot, but whoever that person was, it was clear that he couldn't care less.
As the flickering lamp stopped its constant and annoying blinking, the said person would be shown. Wearing a masculine business suit, an old white shirt and a t-shirt underneath it all, he had a kind of a coconut hat pulled over his brown hair. He also carried a bag over his shoulder to the opposite hip, a cigarette stuck on his mouth and semi-broken glasses, plus was wearing flip-flops on his feet. Curiously, he also had five piercings in his left ear and three in the other. And curiously, he was a she.
Poet. A weird person. A crazy wacko. A genious girl. Either one of them, or all of them. Snapping her right finger to accompain the rhythm of the song. Completely oblivious to her surroundings.
"Come on, vogue
Let your body move to the music, move to the music
Hey, hey, hey
Come on, vogue
Let your body go with the flow, go with the flow
You know you can do it"