You see him from across the room at the basement show. It's Jean. His arms are crossed and he's holding a bottle of beer in his hand. You never realized how cute he was before, but that baby blue t-shirt he's wearing looks so good on him. He takes a glimpse in your directions and then looks away abashedly.
The band starts to play. He bobs his head in rhythm. His arms are still crossed and his hand is tapping, trying to find the exact beat of the complex time signatures which alternate between 4/4, 5/4, 6/8, and 7/4. You can't help but stare at him.You catch him stealing another glance at you during a particularly heartfelt lyric.
In between songs, you decide to move closer to him. He pretends not to notice, but you can see him getting red. No way he can blame it on the sunset. Maybe he's already drunk and he can blame it on that. Who knows?
The band begins to play again. They start off slow but the drums quickly set the pace. Jean starts rocking back and forth with the song. His body moves with purpose and determination. He sways from left to right as the song breaks out of it's tight structure into a free-form feel. He pushes into you a few times and you can't help but move along with him. Structure returns and his movements become predictable once again. You follow his lead. The song and the entire world feels like it's climbing ever higher to some grand peak. Finally, the song hits a climax and you find Jean dancing with you. It lasts less than a minute, but you wish it could go on forever. You want him to embrace you so badly.
The song finishes. Jean smiles, takes a swig of his beer, and then turns away, respectfully. You don't see him for the rest of the night. You wish deeply that you could see him again.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1S6E7XeZqaE