December 18, 2010

  • queens. (queen's?)

    I've written about this song before; "Skyline Drive" by Mae. It's a perfect song. So I figure, as I listen to it, I'll try and describe to you the movie that plays in my head.

    "There's an anxious anticipation in his voice as the suggestion is made. "Should we just go for a drive?" It's a Tuesday night; nothing special about it. A nasty, bitter-cold winter Tuesday with too much fog to really be viable for anything besides mindless pursuits situated indoors. She is, to summarize, mesmerizing. Jeans, so plain and unremarkable that they may as well be spun from gold; button-up shirt that doesn't quite cover every bit of her upper hip. Blonde hair, parted only slightly. Eyes wide through her old glasses, because the contacts were just too much work for a cold winter Tuesday. He's everything remarkable in comparison; the portrait of your standard kid who tries too hard. American Eagle jeans, sweater-vest plucked from the discount bin; he had to use the Internet to even figure out what to match it with. He's in love; she's just lost. 

    "So, should we just go for a drive?" he implores again. There's something special about a late-night drive down the highway. Or at least that's what the movies say, and he figures that nothing else has worked, so why not try a few clichés? She looks at him funny, tilting her head slightly so her messy bangs drift over her eye. She's indecisive. Looking around the room, she bites her lip, and he tries not to stare with desperation. It doesn't work. "Alright, why not?" she finally says, largely ambivalent to the entire evening. His hearts leaps, and his smile betrays the reality behind it. "It's just a drive, you goof" she laughs, clearly enjoying his seemingly random excitement. "It's not like we're running away together or anything."

    Crash. That's the melodramatic sound he hears inside his own mind when those words escape her lips. What should he say? "Is that such a crazy idea?" No. He grabs his tongue with moments to spare. There's too much at stake to play his hand just yet. See, that's the reality of his mind. To him, she is a puzzle. The desired outcome is achievable, as long as he develops and executes the perfect plan. Everything he so desperately seeks can be achieved once he creates the perfect moment; a moment where she can gaze into the sky and then turn her head around to gaze into his eyes, and make the perfect connection. He knows; it sounds just as pathetic in his head as it looks on paper. But when he stares in her eyes, it seems like there's no other option."