At the bar a song came on from he was in college. Electric Feel. He had for the first time in his life the intense urge to Dance. To call someone he used to know. To paint the town. But instead he just sat on his hands. Sitting at the bar he looked at the bartender some song. Expecting an agreement as a reply all he got was a polite smile, yeah if you still live in 2015! Another one? He smiled back yeah sure. Once the whiskey was poured again he felt sad. His ice melting and water and whiskey mixing.
He read somewhere or one of his friends told him or probably it was a podcast that after 26 your taste in music stays relatively constant. Somewhere else he heard about that’s when your brain finally developed. Or was it your personality was the same. He shrugged. The song changed now to Mr. Bright side. The bartender winked at him mocking this era of music. To Lenny’s creator Mr. Brightside brought back memories of a kiss and a breakup under bright lights and loud music. But he just swallowed the whiskey. He left 20$ on the bar and walked out into the fresh summer air.
He read somewhere or one of his friends told him or probably it was a podcast that after 26 your taste in music stays relatively constant. Somewhere else he heard about that’s when your brain finally developed. Or was it your personality was the same. He shrugged. The song changed now to Mr. Bright side. The bartender winked at him mocking this era of music. To Lenny’s creator Mr. Brightside brought back memories of a kiss and a breakup under bright lights and loud music. But he just swallowed the whiskey. He left 20$ on the bar and walked out into the fresh summer air.