Flashbulb Memory: "Me v. Maradona v. Elvis"

I’m in Vistation’s gym, two years after I had tossed my cap in the air and left, because a high school battle of the bands is taking place. Maroon shirt that became well-worn and no longer used, gray shirt with frayed ends that found itself in my college wardrobe. I look at the set list for his band, and say, Can you dedicate a Brand New song to me? They’re my favorite band. Sure, sure. Songs I know and songs I don’t play, until, This one is for you. He sings the words, perfectly, sounds just like Jesse. Let’s go on stage and dance, Alyssa says. We climb on and hippie dance – arms swaying, eyes closed, immersed in some silly piece of music that means more to you than anyone else can ever understand. All during the song, you stare and stare and sing and play guitar and sing. That was when we both fell.