Lafayette, Indiana 1979

You were a 17 year old singer, who could play the drums since you took lessons at school. You were a sweet but rebellious girl. You loved photography too, and had your own little photo camera, and a video camera. You’d take taking photos of yourself in your room or in your garden, and get so excited waiting for the photos to develop.

It was the night of your mothers wedding to your stepfather, but your boyfriend broke up with you the night before. You were heartbroken. You sang for their first dance, with a backing band behind you. In a red dress and black cardigan. You were nervous, since you had no performance history, you were singing The End Of The World. And even though you could feel yourself shaking, it was so heartfelt, your voice was so soft, and soothing. You always sang even better when emotional.

Bill, a rebellious, angsty but cheeky 17 year old guy with long, wavy ginger hair and his mum, who was friends with your mum, were ordering another round of drinks— a champagne and a lemonade, while you were singing. He really didn’t wanna be here, he hates weddings, they’re so boring to him. They return to their seats, Bill places his glass on their table before crossing his arms and manspreading, watching the cheesy first dance with bitter eyes.

“Bill, sit up, show some respect.” his mother says, glancing at him. He huffs quietly and sits up, resting his chin on his hand when his eyes flicker over to you.