68. Terius Nash “Wedding Crasher” 1977 [Radio Killa]
“It’s what I sing when you’re not around.”
Weaving his way through the traffic of the crowd loitering outside the restaurant, he kept experiencing palpitations in his chest that may have each represented a new hesitation about his plan, or perhaps he was just out of shape. He took a second to catch his breath as he surpassed the hostess stand and got to a steep set of stairs. This was his last chance to forget it all, go home, and get back to watching that Chopped marathon. And yet, despite his feet feeling like two blocks of still-wet cement, he stamped inexorably onward. Each step was defeated in even stride even as the process felt drawn out in its final moments leading up to the big show. He knew his eyes couldn’t see in slow motion, but he swore as he ascended to the top he at least saw the deep focus of the back of the room through the glass double doors steadily blur until he had to rub his eyes in comic disbelief. The sound didn’t dissipate cinematically, however. The DJ’s throbbing subwoofer led the welter of voices talking and laughing, all melding together to blare in his ears. Just as he was sure he couldn’t take anymore of this sensory overload he saw her in the dress he last saw three years earlier hung up in his closet. Well, from his dingy studio apartment closet to this glitzy restaurant ballroom the dress had came and so had he. Next he had to make this moment count, though he all but knew that regardless of what he mustered up to say, he would soon end up back at that very place staring at an empty garment bag on a hanger while she would be in a limo with another man’s hand in hers.
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