EXPLODE A MOMENT
The Boy in the Band
It was like stepping into a dream. In an instant, everything felt right from that day forward after it had felt wrong for so long.
When I was at my lowest, I took a chance to get out of the house in hopes of getting out of my head. My mind had been ever tangled in emotional turmoil after leaving its source of toxicity. So, I went to listen to some live music at the local small-town pub. That’s when I saw him… the boy in the band. His energy was magnetic. His voice was what soul was made of. And man… could he shred on the guitar.
With eyes locked on mine, he looked so damn fine. At first, I thought I was just imagining it, as I was sippin’ on sweet wine… (I can’t help but to rhyme when the moment was so poetic!) …But every chance he got, he stared. It’s like he could see right through me. And that was enough.
I stared right back- I couldn’t help it. The boy in the band was glowing. He performed effortlessly and looked iconic. I swooned over his stylish sways. His gaze alone was hypnotic. We both appeared to be so full of mystery, but it still somehow felt like we had known each other all this time.
Once the night ended, I was content. I was no longer numb, but I could feel. And that’s what mattered. I thought I was just connecting to the music, until the boy in the band ran after me to catch me heading out. “Wait! You can’t go without saying goodbye! I just want to wish you a wonderful rest of your night… I can’t let you leave without telling you that,” he said. That’s when I realized, this went deeper than a moment.
He invited me to see him again. And so, I did. Some months had passed, and I was feeling free. That next time I got to see him play, everything fell into place as if our lives were made of movie magic. The night consisted of “you’re beautiful,” living out rockstar fantasies while dancing back-to-back as he played on his guitar, and, to top it all off, a rather flirty “you can call me, ya know…” Fueled by liquid courage, I sent the boy in the band a message upon leaving; “you sing some big talk, but you play coy, boy! My # is… if you want to practice what you preach.” Now, as they say… the rest is history.
Just for Fun- Here's a cheesy poem we wrote together on the story of how we met:
Once upon a time
In a tiny, lonesome pub
A beautiful guitar player
Locked eyes with a gorgeous dove
They both could feel the spark
But neither said a word
The music was enough
For feelings to be heard
They met again in freedom
With dragonflies and wine
Tipsy, sunken spirits
Seeking out sweet signs
It started with a tease
And a chase out the door
Although she wasn’t waiting
He rushed across the floor
He told her she could call
She said he could, too
All it took was flirty banter
For gentle love to bloom
Cheesy Valentines
Hours on the phone
The first date was like magic
Passion set in stone
It’s only getting better
And stronger every day
No matter what we have to face
Together, we will stay
-Written by Miranda + Aleik