Unrequited Love Pt 3

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"I don't want to be lonely tonight
No, no
I don't want to be lonely tonight"

As soon as the song was finished, as if on cue, everyone got up and went about their business. No one clapped or cheered accolades. The performance ended with the shuffling of stools and chairs being placed up on tables. He shrugs, puts the guitar in it's case, and continued to clean up the stage.

After all was done, he walks out and over to a dance club right across the street that was now in full swing. He by passes the line and greets the bouncer who gives him a friendly pat on the shoulder as he lets him in. The house is packed with a variety of men. Some clad in designer duds, some half naked wearing nothing more than just sweat above the torso. All are gyrating to the beat of the bass resonating across the floor, limbs intertwined in a ritual mating dance.

Over to the bar is a congregation of friends and acquaintances taking shot after shot of liquid happiness. They laugh heartily and proclaim their singlehood out loud. Our third person cocks his head back and sways to the rhythm of the music. Someone comes and clasps their arms around his waist so that he may arch himself even further without spilling onto the floor. He opens his eyes and views the world upside down, taking in the scene from different angles as he swayed side to side. He immerses himself in the moment. Free from the shackles of a relationship, he's able to do whatever or whomever he wants. A new view, where it's all about him and no one else. His terms, his rules, his world.

He squints his eyes as he spots someone he seem to recognize from several yards away. He rights himself up and pushes gently away from his helpful someone to get a better look at the person by the entrance. The man stood there, meek yet dignified. Our third person backs himself onto the bar, shuts his eyes, and tries in vain to sober up. He'd just seen a "ghost". In the darkness he can see images of the past in flashes like a strobe light. Seeing this person seemed to have just sucked all the cool out of him. When he opens his eyes once more, the whole scene moved as if it was submerged in clear molasses. It could be the alcohol, it must be the alcohol. He slowly makes his way through the crowd, unsure, unprepared. Keeping his eyes on the target, he whispers a song to himself...



"Here you come again
Just when I've begun to get myself together
You waltz right in the door
Just like you've done before
And wrap my heart 'round your little finger..."