Love is in the air at the promThe days of high school are coming to an end. A new stage of life begi

Love is in the air at the promThe days of high school are coming to an end. A new stage of life begins, but first the other must end in style. A night waiting to be enjoyed. Slow dancing with your childhood sweetheart, the first kiss, the first time you make love, first times that will remain engraved in your heart, that will be unforgettable.‘Champagne problems’ Taylor Swift by Peter Parker“And hold your hand while dancing. Never leave you standing”Stammering after class, trying to ask you to the prom. Preparing what to say before picking you up. Eager hand and foot movements waiting for you to come downstairs. Watching the bustling atmosphere until he’s brave enough to ask you for the first dance. Innocent smiles promising a long evening waiting for what’s to come. Irascent bubbles of champagne sloshing in your glasses. Running away from the atmosphere and into the thicket of the football pitch. Bare feet on the grass undoing the pain of heels. Sitting in the middle of the plain, enjoying the starry silence. Holding hands until the stars fade above you. The 21st century is at your feet. ‘Forever young’ Alphaville by Tony Stark“Let us die young or let us live forever. We don’t have the power but we never say never”Putting on a show in the middle of the cafeteria to ask you to go with him to the prom. Commenting on how beautiful you look without holding back in front of your family. Discovering in the car what the night is all about. The stars shining brightly above you. Punch wrapped with a few alcoholic touches. Singing until your voices are hoarse. Tousled hair that stretches through the night. Caramel warmth of his lips on your collarbones. Sneaking into an empty classroom to give freedom to your passion. Staying up until dawn without ever stopping your feet to the rhythm of the music. Desperate kisses in the car before calling it a night. Saying goodbye to the 80s.  ‘It’s been a long, long time’ Harry James by Steve Rogers“Never thought that you would be. Standing here so close to me. There is so much I feel that I should say”Handwritten love letter to offer to go with him to the ball. Polite introductions to your parents. Blushing cheeks as he watches you walk down the stairs. Angelic shades fluttering over him. Black and white photographs that he will keep with him forever. Prolonged eye contact and embarrassed smiles. Hands brushing, fingers intertwined and heels gently skimming the dance floor. Lips brushing for the first time as the melody of the song ends. Her mother’s ring in her pocket waiting for the courage to place it on your finger at the end of the night. A start in the 40’s.‘At last’ Etta James by Bucky Barnes“At last. My love has come along. My lonely days are over. And life is like a song”Sneaking out in the middle of the night to sneak a knock at your window to ask you to go with him to the ball. The bright hue of a rose when he knocks on your door. A warm kiss on the cheek when you meet him in the hall of your house. Ruffled dress and bare shoulders that instantly catches his eye. Being a gentleman at all times. The night breeze whispering as you walk into the school. Body heat enveloping the air as your bodies approach. Leaning your face on his shoulder. Kind words on your earlobe. Venturing through the lonely streets of the city, imagining your future. Longing for a kiss in the middle of the night. Crimson lipstick marching your lips. Waving to the 40’s and all that’s to come.Taglist Open (DM)MAIN MASTERLIST -- source link

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