Have you ever watched a music video and watched some insanely pretty girl, hair half mussed up to show she is "just like us", sitting and staring blankly on a subway car, at some handsome stranger on the platform/in the next car/ in her imagination, or at the scenes of her life that have just gone by, with nary a care.... Oh wait, just got totally distracted there. Um, yeah.
So you watch these video clips, and all of a sudden the girl gets up, her weirdly-cut-but-supremely-fashionable swingy hair swinging in just the way it's supposed to, eyes all darkly made up looking very soulfully at the camera, and strutting through the subway tunnels in her impractical spikey heels that I can't imagine ever spending a day wearing in New York City. She keeps staring soulfully all the way through the dank, festy tunnels and never slips on the wet concrete. She strides up the stairs, pushing her way through commuters; and never has to stop and let a fat woman with a trolley full of groceries go through, nor does she end up in the inevitable commuter crush when everyone else is going the opposite direction. She makes the subway her kingdom, this woman does, and she does it all with the most beautiful music playing.
It's almost like the entire place can hear her secret soundtrack because they're all responding to her whims.
Well, the other day I was heading to the Lower East Side. Despite its proximity to the edge of the Island, where you would assume Brooklyn is just a stone's throw away, it turns out the subway situation is messy and complicated and requires a mere three transfers for me to get to my mate's place. Turns out the three transfers gave me ample time to practice my subway strut, and what do you know?
I was totally in a soundtrack of my own.
So you watch these video clips, and all of a sudden the girl gets up, her weirdly-cut-but-supremely-fashionable swingy hair swinging in just the way it's supposed to, eyes all darkly made up looking very soulfully at the camera, and strutting through the subway tunnels in her impractical spikey heels that I can't imagine ever spending a day wearing in New York City. She keeps staring soulfully all the way through the dank, festy tunnels and never slips on the wet concrete. She strides up the stairs, pushing her way through commuters; and never has to stop and let a fat woman with a trolley full of groceries go through, nor does she end up in the inevitable commuter crush when everyone else is going the opposite direction. She makes the subway her kingdom, this woman does, and she does it all with the most beautiful music playing.
It's almost like the entire place can hear her secret soundtrack because they're all responding to her whims.
Well, the other day I was heading to the Lower East Side. Despite its proximity to the edge of the Island, where you would assume Brooklyn is just a stone's throw away, it turns out the subway situation is messy and complicated and requires a mere three transfers for me to get to my mate's place. Turns out the three transfers gave me ample time to practice my subway strut, and what do you know?
I was totally in a soundtrack of my own.
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