INT. AN APARTMENT – BEDROOM - NIGHT
We can see a boy browsing through a list of songs on Spotify. The house was bombarded with the voice of Alex Turner, coming from two large speakers in the room. The boy could not seem to find any song to play. He walked to the door of the room and shouted,
Hey! Know any recent, great song?
Secretly meaning to ask what she wanted to listen to.
IN THE KITCHEN
BACK TO THE ROOM’S DOOR
What song is in right now? I don’t know any new song!
Still could not admit what he really meant to ask.
The girl walked into the room. The music was so loud that everyone else in that apartment building without choice had to listen to it too.
IN THE ROOM
Yes. What do you want to listen to, baby?
Finally asking it. They shifted their focus to the PC. And browsed through the list of songs. Together.
Oh ha! This one! This one! (excitedly)
The boy chuckled and clicked on the chosen song.The girl looked at the boy’s face and grinned. Her head was up to something. She pulled the boy’s hand to the living room.
THE LIVING ROOM
The girl switched off the living room’s light. The only source of light was from the kitchen. The girl put her right hand on the boy’s shoulder. Facing each other. Her other hand held the boy’s right hand. Automatically, the boy gripped her waist and bring her closer to him. They looked at each other’s faces and laughed. Both of their feet moved swiftly to the rhythm of that beautiful song. They were slow dancing. In truth, neither actually knew how to dance but they kept on moving. Both were drowned in their own thoughts as they danced along to the music.
The girl rested her head on the boy’s shoulder. In the dark, she almost cried. Yes, her dream to dance to this song finally became a reality. But that hurt her more because she was dancing with the boy that could never be hers. Ever. The boy held her closer, stroking his hand on the girl’s head. Trying to soothe her. The boy then pulled her face up. They looked into each other’s eyes and he slowly kissed her. It was a long kiss. Tears ran down the girl’s cheeks. He wiped the tears away and kissed her cheek. The boy smiled and looked into the girl’s eyes, to see if she was allright. The girl forced a smile, trying to assure him that she was fine. But the boy knew she was lying. We all knew that she was not fine.
The music stopped. They both laughed loudly, realizing that they just slow danced despite their awkward, stiff bodies. They seemed to have really enjoyed themselves though. Because of this, deep in the boy’s heart, he was filled with guilt to someone faraway and also to this girl in front of him. As for the girl, we all knew that her heart was still crying. And it will keep on crying.
END OF PART ONE