The first sentence sums up my life. I don't own this stuff with all the copyrights and such.
"I want to be a magician so I could own all the songs sang by The Smiths."
"Of all the whiny British bands that appeal to the teenage psyche; you choose The Smiths to love the most. Why?" With a brand new room and awesome trampoline, Carly hasn't changed. She's still the same Carly, not as if a new room would change her.
"Um, I don't know." I answer her on her amazing ice cream chair.
"Sam, you have to know why you love them so much." She doesn't even bother to turn from her vanity; she just looks at me in the reflection.
"I guess, maybe, it's because The Smiths can express what I can't." She wants me to go on and on, but The Smiths are The Smiths, you can't explain them without their help.
"Like what? How are you not able to express something? You're not socially inept." Carly is just going to drag this on and on until she gets a reason to like The Smiths.
"Ok then, I guess they can tell me what I'm feeling." I refuse to look anywhere aside from at her.
She raises her eyebrows and asks, "What are you feeling that you can't figure out?"
My rant will begin soon, but I won't be able to stop it so I just let it happen. "Well, it's not what I'm feeling, they can just sympathize. Like in "There is a Light that Never Goes Out" they say, "I want to see people and I want to see life" and I know I want that. Or in "Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now". The Smiths say everything I feel because heaven does know I'm miserable now, or sometimes. I'm not always miserable, just when I see things that make me miserable. Really though, I try to say, 'Why do I give valuable time to people who don't care if I live or-" I sing the song with the high note that's hit with the words, "'I die?' I mean, I want people to care and The Smiths care. The Smiths get me, they get all teenagers, they sympathize and empathize, they know what they're talkin' 'bout."
"Maybe I should listen to them then." Carly gets at least something from what I say.
"Yeah, 'maybe,' you should." I even put air quotes around it.
There are some moments of silence until Carly asks, "You want to go hang out with Freddie?"
I stare at her until she can barely stand it and respond, "Heaven knows I'm miserable now, but sure."
We walk out of her room and down the stairs in silence. It's not until we're walking through her front door that I quote another Smiths song and say, "'Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me' I'm not going to tell you who though."
She doesn't know that it's a song; she just laughs and wants to know why I won't tell her. We knock on the door, he opens it to let us in, and I hear "Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want". I laugh and tell Freddie, "I love The Smiths."
"I know you do, but I love this song more than you love The Smiths." I want to glare it him for saying it, but The Smiths don't let me glare, they make me smile and laugh and sometimes cry.
I love stuff, I hope you love stuff too. Especially useful words in big vocabularies.