She looked over at me and smiled, one of those nose-crinkling ones that tugged at my heart. So..cute!! I reached down giving her hand on my waist a squeeze, smiling at her brightly. The band took the stage. The looked pretty laid-back, no real gimmick to speak of. Ashley leaned over and whispered that she had played with this band before she formed the band she was in now. They were pretty good she said, though the front man thought he was the shit and a total chauvinist. But, she said she was good friends with the drummer, he graduated with their cousin Mike (the bouncer). I nodded, it seemed like she knew everyone, my popular girl…wait no not my girl! Ahh, I’ve got to stop doing that! “How you doin’ tonight Grey’s…”, the man called. The crowd whooped a bit, though not very enthusiastic if you ask me. Ashley must have noticed too because I heard her chuckle a bit as the man’s expression hardened slightly. “Welcome to 90’s Nite, we are Missing Pieces..”, he added. Then the band began to play a familiar tune…

Sha lala la la la
Ummm Ahh Huh ( Ahhh..I love this song. I began to sway my hips a bit. Ashley looked over me and smiled beginning to sway in time with me.)

I was down at the new Asterdam
Staring at this yellow haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversion
With a black-haired flamenco dancer
You know she dances while his father plays
So she’s suddenly beautiful
Well we all want something beautiful
Man I wish I was beautiful

So come dance the silence down through the morning
Sha lala la la la yeah
Uhh Huhh Yeah

Cut up Maria
Show me some of that Spanish dancing
And pass me a bottle Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
Cause I wanna be someone who believes

Yeahhh…

Mr. Jones and me (The crowd by this time they were all moving in some way or nothing.)
Tell each other fairytales
And we stare at the beautiful women
She’s lookin at you
Ohh no no she’s lookin at me
Smilin in the bright lights
Comin through his stereo
When everybody loves you
You can never be lonely
Well I’m goin paint my picture
Paint myself blue, red, black and grey
All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful
Yeah well you know grey is my favorite color
I…felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew Picasso
I would buy myself a grey guitar and play