Hard To Explain

And with reason. Sarie De Salle was one of the most gorgeous women I had seen in person. She seemed delicate, yet harsh at the same time. Her facial features were delicate, as if they were carved of marble by a Greek sculptor, yet her eyes had the ferocious fire of a starved lion, seeking out its prey. Her dreads were well taken care of, neat they piled one atop the other, her makeup barely there, yet her eye-makeup framed her eyes making them look sleeker, like a cat´s weary, dreamy, and alert all at the same time. Her body petite, lost against her flowing blouse, a blouse that seemed to belong to an African goddess with the exotic patterns that lined the interwoven designs, the beige and orange colors of the blouse highlighted her face, making it seem golden. Her black skinny jeans contoured her curves, and she moved freely, she was barefoot. To her side was her guitarist, who started playing a soft melody that sounded distant, familiar, yet totally distorted at the same time. Suddenly Jake burst out shouting “PETER FUCKING FRAMPTON!?!” He was right; it was I Love Your Way by Peter Frampton. Yet, as she began to sing, the song took on life of its own, as we all stood gaping, in silence. “You know, I used to hate this song…” Jake started. “….Now, I… kinda ….like it.” Rob finished his thought. “Yeah.” We all agreed in unison. Basically, what Sarie De Salle did was take crappy, overplayed, generic songs and distorted it until it was enjoyable and rather good.

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