The evening was unexpectedly crowded and agitated as always. The flashing lights were reflecting the cold air of midnight. The same old bar after a rough day, the crowd filled up with strange men, young people enjoying themselves on the dancefloor and the echoes raised by the music.
Like any other Friday night, me and my friends from college - Nicole, Aly, and Charlie- were drowning our sorrows in cigarettes and alcohol.
"Charlie, because you are the only man here, do you want to get us something to drink while we go to the bathroom?" Nicole said.
"Why do girls always go to the bathroom in the group?" he said
"It's a law of nature, Charlie", said Aly.
As we headed to the bathroom, I spotted a table in the quieter part of the club, which was close to a garish red painting that matched the blouse of one of the four guys sitting at the table. I looked more closely at their figures and in the next second, I realized that they are the famous Arctic Monkeys. Alex Turner, Matt Helders, Jamie Cook, and Nick O'Malley.
The bathroom was roomy enough for all three. After I locked the door, I refrained from literally screaming and said to the girls:
"I want you to stay calm after I tell you the following thing. The Arctic Monkeys are here."
Aly and Nicole looked at me with wide eyes as if I had said something to them in Mandarin.
"Who?"
"Oh my God. Arctic Monkeys? Why'd you only call me when you're high? 505? I wanna be yours?"
"Ohh!" Nicole said, not as confused as earlier. "Yeah, the guys are pretty cool."
"Pretty cool?" I asked raising my eyebrows offended and starting to bring up arguments about why they are one of the most epic bands in the current music industry.
I looked at myself in the mirror: my hair was all over the place, but the make-up looked pretty good. I had a little black under my eyes, a little contour, and a brownish to red lipstick. I was wearing baggy black jeans, a low-cut red top, and a leather jacket. As we made ourselves out of the bathroom, I heard a familiar song, nothing that fits the nightclub stereotype. When I turned my gaze to the dancefloor, Alex Turner sat on a chair close to the DJ's table, he was probably drunk by now as he was singing a song called "Sweet Saturn Mine" by The Moonlandingz on a karaoke. I stayed motionless and stared at him, his mesmerizing voice and his power to penetrate the whole room through the collection of notes, creating a deeply sentimental environment. When the cover ended, he mumbled something to a guy that worked there and began to sing:
in a foreign place, the saving grace was the feeling
that it was the heart that he was stealing
The sounds entered into a sonorous concordance, creating the atmosphere of midnight wandering.
oh, he was ready to impress
and the fierce excitement, the eyes are bright
he couldn't wait to get away
and I bet that Juliet was just the icing on the cake
make no mistake, no
Before he could sing the chorus he locked his eyes into mine, as I was practically one of the small group of people that were shouting the lyrics.
and even if somehow we could have
showed you the place you wanted
well, I'm sure you could have made it
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only ones who know - alex turner
Fanfiction" and even if somebody could have shown you the place you wanted well, i'm sure you could have made it that bit better on your own you are the only ones who know "
