Here’s the lyrics video for my track “MirrorBall”! This song right now is my pride and joy…my boyfriend calls it my “moneymaker song”. Check it out and don’t forget to subscribe to me on YouTube!!
I was the only one dancing.
It was a little past midnight, and most people were just arriving. The dark apartment grew rapidly more crowded and steadily louder, drowning out the music on the speakers.
And yet I was still the only one dancing.
It could’ve been the fact that I was completely wasted; I’d lost count of the shots I’d had and was still considering another one. I didn’t care about the others. I stationed myself by the speakers and was lost in my own little liquor-clouded world.
The door opened again and in walked a group of about three or four guys, I can’t remember now. One of the guys was clearly either black or mixed; I don’t remember the races of the other boys. They made a beeline to the beers and huddled at the edge of the kitchen about two yards from where I was dancing. For some reason, I couldn’t take my eyes off the black boy. I’m not sure why; he wasn’t remarkably attractive, or stylish, or doing anything exciting. If I thought about it, there was nothing different about him at all at this moment.
So why was I so drawn to him?
I looked away for mere seconds and the next time I looked, the black boy’s friends were gone, leaving him standing there with a beer can in one hand, nodding his head to the music and smiling at me.
It wasn’t like this was anything new. I attracted guys like him on a regular basis. He seemed no different than the guys I constantly rejected. But he was different, in a way that was impossible to pinpoint and meaningless to describe. And all I could think about was how badly I wanted to talk to him.
He must’ve read my mind. He called out something to me that I couldn’t quite make out.
“What?” I shouted back, approaching him, grateful for the excuse.
If I remember correctly, it was something along the lines of, “So, you like dancing?” in an authentic Oakland accent with a tenor pitch.
I don’t remember any other exact quotes as they faded away with the alcohol the next day, but I remember this much: his name was Roman and he was half black and half Mexican. He was originally from the bay area. He was involved in a Latin dance club that he kept begging me to come to. He quoted Buddha once or twice. As far as appearance, he was a little on the tall side and a little chunky. But that was okay; I was into those kind of guys. If you really looked at him he was actually kind of cute.
And all of the sudden, a voice spoke to me. I wasn’t sure if it was my own intuition or God Himself, but the Voice said, “You’re going to fall in love with this guy. Don’t let him get away.”
And I could already see it. His face was one that I could come back to again and again for a long time.
A little after 1AM, the music was shut off and people began filing out. I heard an authoritative voice firmly speaking to my friend, who was hosting the party. Roman caught on before I did. Perhaps he wasn’t as drunk as I was. ”Hey, uh, this party’s bouta be shut down so, I was wonderin’, can I have your number?”
I hesitated. I never gave my number to anyone the first time I met them, especially horny guys. But that Voice spoke to me again, this time more pressing: “Give it to him! You’ll regret it if you don’t.”
I fought against the Bacardi in my system and slowly pronounced each digit of my cell phone number. He hugged me goodbye, and left.
Already I wanted to see him again. And deep down, I knew I would.
I might be from Portugal, but you've got my suport! I've been spreading the "Seleniums glory" around here for a while now. Some of my friends really like your songs. They hear them on their MP3's and all that.
Well thank you! Your friends may be half my viewers lol but I appreciate it! Any publicity helps!
