OST To My Life – Part 1: Broken feat. Tynchy Stryder, McLean

This is part one of a unending series – OST To My Life/My Life, 5 Minutes at a Time. This is a fictional piece. Similarities to persons living and dead are purely coincidental.

Part 1 – Broken feat. Tynchy Stryder, McLean

Laying there in the cold dark room he realized one thing – He couldn’t be one of those guys. Hell! The evening had been proof of this fact beyond most doubt. He was a free agent, and the company he chose to keep that particular night was more than supportive of any game he wanted to pursue. Yet, as he saw her face, and heard her laugh, his determination to “let loose” grew dimmer and he found himself playing an all together familiar role.

As he lit her cigarette she told him that he was “a nice guy” and that his presence there was “rare” for the evening. Though in retrospect that was a hollow victory, since 10 minutes later she left with one of his friend’s “bollywood” colleagues, his arm wrapped particularly tight around her waist. I suppose it stung particularly worse because this was the first time he had actually met a cute girl his age at one of these gatherings. And mere hours later she was gone forever.

His friend didn’t have her number. Courage mustered and wasted. As he drove home he kicked himself (Mentally of course. I mean have you ever tried to drive AND kick yourself at the same time? I haven’t. I imagine it would be a considerably athletic feat, and he was definitely not flexible enough to pull something like that off) He lay there listening to his special playlist (designed for just such evenings) for a while before he drifted into slumber. The last thought to cross his mind… Maybe things will look a little brighter in the morning…
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