You can be the DJ...

Wooooooaaahh. I’ve not had, had it this bad, since Josh’s, when I, when there was, what was it? I can’t remember. Change your poison and the world changes colour – literally. No wonder I was getting it wrong, I didn’t know the French for spirits till a nice guy at the bar overheard me trying to get some, VODka...urgh....

Can anyone else hear that ringing out here? It’s like, the music in there, but, like, a really high note, just, ringing? And WOAH, Erica you’ve got a fecking twin, the really hot girl right next to you, look, look, no don’t laugh! -

“What are you pointing at Sparx deary dear shparx? Sparx, shparx, sparky sparks-“

“MELS IT’S YOUR-“

“I’M not Mels I’m ERICA!”

“ERICA! It sounds like America! Oh Erica...!”

“Woah woah Sparx I’m really not comfortable now, I think we should get back...”

It’s probably a good thing Ethan’s here; so far he’s discovered Mels on the floor in the corner - she’s safe with Erica now in the toilets - and then in the space of a few seconds the personal space between Erica and my face disappeared very quickly when I tried to point out there were two of her...she’s so pretty tonight, I never noticed. Why didn’t I notice? Her hair keeps changing colour, I bet it would feel so soft...

Wait NO! Where’s Melanie if Erica’s here?!

“Melanie!”

“Melanie? She’s with this lovely boy Sparx, this lovely boy who met us outside the toilets and they’re in there now-“

I don’t care if I feel like I’m gonna retch on the DJ’s decks, there’s no way I’m gonna sit pissed out here when Mels makes a huge mistake inside. What if he’s a French rapist? What If he nicks her clothes and runs away? What if I’m talking about? What, what AM I talking about? Melanie...

OW! God the door hurts. Right, open it. No, Ethan, I’m fine, I just need to get to the back of the club...

... I can be the dancefloor...

you can get off Melanie!”

Hell yeah, I can shout in time to the music.

The End

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