They walk down the crowded streets; sounds are attacking him from all angles. The soft hum of conversation accents young love like a foreign tongue, the brush of their skin just tantalizing enough to translate it into their own language.
Barcelona still has the tainted air of childhood. It transforms into sweet memories as it enters his nostrils, and he blinks rapidly to keep himself from floating into the past again. It's like another dimension, now. Time is such a fleeting thing, sometimes he wishes that he'd allowed temptation to sweep him along with the years.
There's an uncanny familiarity to everything that hangs in the thick air, and it's so heavy that he has ample time to identify every fading whisper of his past.
Especially that guitar.
The grasping plucks of the instrument braid his nerves into something unreadable, and he recognizes the sound from some time that he can hardly call back from the depths of his memory.
It's called Spanish Romance; he first heard it when he was fifteen.
He wants to commit it to his memory like every other thing that he knew he wouldn't be able to hold to forever, but they continue to walk, and soon Spanish Romance has become nothing more than another footstep in the pebbles.
Barcelona seems to have lost its magic.
A/N: Spanish Romance is a rather old tune classically played on the Spanish guitar. You could probably find it on Google; if not, then try searching for "Romance by My Chemical Romance." They did a short cover for an introduction to their first CD.
I'm in a bit of a slump. My body left New York, but my mind didn't seem to catch the Subway in time. It's still in the city, and soon it'll be off to London. By the way, if you live in London, and think that the Daily Mail is a ridiculous tabloid, PM me.
The concert was purely unbelievable. Gerard Way pointed at me. I've never cried so hard in my life :)
It all belongs to Eoin Colfer, save Spanish Romance. I honestly don't know who composed the original song. And the title is from My Chemical Romance's song You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison.
On a side note, Amy and I finally decided to get our stuff together with this band thing. We wrote our first real lyrics, if anybody would like to see.