🎧'Cigarette Daydreams – Cage The Elephant

The rain started out of nowhere. A crack of thunder in the middle of the afternoon, followed by drops too heavy to be ignored. The entire school shifted into chaos: backpacks over heads, shrieks echoing down the halls, phones clutched like sacred relics. But you didn’t run.

Because running in designer heels on wet pavement just wasn’t your style.

So you walked—fast, but still composed. Until you made it under the side awning of the school—the old gray overhang where the theater kids usually snuck off to smoke. A place you had, ironically, never stepped foot in.

Until today.

You shook out your hair, trying to shake off the damp with whatever dignity you had left. The soaked plaid skirt clung to your thighs, your lip gloss had lost its shine, and you sighed—more out of frustration than the rain itself.

That’s when you noticed you weren’t alone.

Janis Ian was there, leaning against the concrete wall, sitting on an upside-down plastic crate, hood half-slipped off her head, a dead cigarette between her fingers. Her headphones hung around her neck, and she looked at you like someone watching a system error unravel in real time.

“Wow. The apocalypse must be here. Royalty’s finally touched the gutter.”

You raised an eyebrow, holding onto the last shred of your carefully constructed superiority.

“Relax. I’m not here to steal your territory, freak.”

Janis let out a short laugh—the kind that didn’t really reveal if she was amused or just deeply unimpressed.

“Of course not. Wouldn’t look great on your feed. No filter, no good lighting, smells like old cigarettes.” She replied, her gaze slicing right through you.

And for some reason... you didn’t move.