so i have this band. because everyone knows im super hipster, edgy, and like to bend the rules, i have an incredible music taste that mainstream can't touch. so there's this band, called the flaming marshmallows. maybe you've heard of them? probably not, because they're pretty underground, if you know what i mean. before they make it big, you know. so we all know that i liked them before the middle school losers did. anyway.
Psych, my music taste is not even real. I listen to the most random artists, from Maroon 5 to Louis Armstrong, and my musical friends know not even to ask if I've heard a band. Whenever the conversations turn to music--especially independent or hippie bands--I'm like, lolz, I'll pretend I have a vague idea I know who these rando bands are. But yesterday, a momentous occasion occurred on the afternoon train ride into London. Groundbreaking.
Some of my friends began to talk about a band they'd heard somewhere recently, and couldn't quite remember the name. She described their songs, and the lead singer. I had checked out of the conversation ages ago, but suddenly, my head swiveled and I focused in on the conversation. Wait. I. Might. Know. This.
I leaned back, oh-so-casually, and tried to act like I had been listening intently. No one could think of the name. I gave off my best indie-hispter vibe, flicked my hair, checked my nails.
"It's not The Dirty Guv'nah's, is it?"
I WAS RIGHT.
There's a first time for everything. Like the old song from "The Princess Diaries" goes, "Miracles happen, once in a while. . . " oh yes.
Cheerio.
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