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Monday, September 17, 2012

Season ticket on a one-way ride

He looks into her eyes and smiles. As their faces draw closer together, her grip on his hands tightens..
He looks into her eyes and smiles. As their faces draw closer together, her grip on his hands tightens while the tips of her fingers playfully caress his palms. He resists the urge to kiss her right then and there, and instead presses his nose against hers, imagining his fingers lightly grazing her skin through the fabric of her dress..

The noise of an amplifier turning on breaks the silence, and a few moments later the couple's embrace is interrupted by a light cough. Startled, he turns around to find his best friend standing behind him, handing him an electric guitar, his guitar. Seemingly amused, he agrees to strap it on and reaches into his pocket for a plectrum. He takes a step back and away from his girl, looks at her with that wicked look she knows so well, and starts playing the opening chords from AC/DC's 'Highway To Hell'. On the second repeat, a dry drum beat that could only come from a few feet away steps in to accompany him, as the girl looks around with a bewildered look on her face.

Without a warning, she takes a step towards him and puts her hand on the fretboard, interrupting his playing. In the new-found silence, he looks at her with an air of protest, waving his arms, waiting for an explanation. Instead she turns her head around and signals to a friend standing in the distance, who then approaches the couple with a bass guitar, and rests it comfortably on the girl's shoulder. Shaking his head in disbelief he turns his back to her, laughing, almost hoping for sympathy. She turns around, leans backwards, resting her back against his. They glance at each other over their shoulders as she asks:

"You're ready ?"
He nods.
"Let's go !!"

Breaking the silence once more, the guitarist, the bassist and the drummer resume their rendition of 'Highway To Hell', only this time to be joined by the voices of a small choir to complete the band.

Living easy, living free.. Season ticket on a one-way ride..

Strolling barefoot on the grass, guitars in hand, the couple make their way through the isle, ecstatically greeting their friends and family, almost dancing around like rockstars on a world stage.

Going down, party time.. My friends are gonna be there too..

Signaling for everyone to stand up and sing along, the band kicks off the chorus as the guitarist-couple take the last few steps leading up to the altar, where their two closest friends take back the guitars, restoring the silence.

The couple's eyes meet again, and as if nothing had interrupted them, his nose finds its way back to hers, and against their better judgement their lips are drawn to each other, reaching for a kiss, only to be interrupted once more by a gentle cough and voice saying:

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today.."

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