The cursor on my laptop screen blinked twice and I blinked with it, wondering if this was a real question or a mere joke. I thought Well, what the heck, it’s an interesting question anyway. So I typed Beautiful Ones by Suede.
Call me vain or narcissistic, call me whatever you want, but I have always fantasized walking in slow-motion with an air of nonchalance like Victoria and the other villain vampires in the teeny-bopper movie Twilight. In my head, Brett Anderson’s distinct raspy voice would re-echo the line Here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones. La la la la as if announcing the arrival of some demigod.
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I would then sashay into the room feigning a natural casualness as possible and thinking of an imaginary wind that would slightly waft through my hair making it look flowy but without the frizz. Of course, I will smile at no one as vampires had always had that snobbish air around them, but deep inside, I will be wearing a wide idiotic grin for having accomplished such a meticulously planned feat.
I will then relish every step I will take as I walk into the room. This moment would be perfect and I would finally live the daydream of being Victoria. Disinterested. Elegant. Beautiful. Hahahaha.
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