Diplomatic Immunity (Memories)

            That time of year is coming. Eight years without the sound of my best friend's laugh and this heart beats on. Beats on strong. Miracles do happen. In any case, I have another loving memory to share. 

Setting: Teenage room. Posters of celebrities plastered all over the walls. Teddy bears on the night table. 

           We were in her bedroom deep in some topic of discussion that escapes me in this moment. 14 years youngish and lazily lounging on her bed when we heard it. IT. This wildly infectious beat thumping through the floors. She's asked me if I heard it and I nodded my head enthusiastically. We let our musical hearts lead the way to outside her brother's bedroom. Barbara Mason crooned "I'm Ready, I'm Ready, I'm Ready" And I mean the beat was just so vicious. It must have been a song he really enjoyed because he had it on repeat. We smiled big smiles and started dancing right outside his door. "We have to get the name" she explained, fully aware that I wasn't too fond of bothering people. At this point he had changed the song and I was so desperate to hear it again that I went against my personal law of staying unseen. Never one to mind disturbing her brother, Tan promptly knocked on his door and asked for the name of the song. She also asked for him to play it again. And he did. We couldn't get enough of that song. The funniest party of it all was that prior to that song I wasn't a Dip Set fan at all; she was. And she was always trying to recruit me as a fan. So she flashed a knowing smile when she came back from her brother's room with the song tittle and artists. I raised my eyebrows in surprise and let her have it. "Okay, okay.....they're a little nice" I giggled. More laughter. More dancing. Pretend free styling all afternoon. That little afternoon seems so minor a moment in time yet the emotions that it evokes are strong. Whenever I hear the song my heartbeat rushes and I get a little a high. I mean I think I get a little high. I imagine that is a bit of what a drug induced high is like. A small piece of euphoria. Sometimes I go back and live in that little afternoon. I imagine her smile and my little tom boy hip hop nod to the beat. That was a perfect afternoon and we didn't even know it. Just living life. Living in the moment. The simplest things could mean so much to some people. You just never know.