I was at camp. Apollo had told everyone that they had to sing a song that really mattered to them. I was scared. There are two reasons, 1. I would have to sing and 2. Travis is going to be there watching me sing. He would hear me sing. I've never sung to anyone before. I don't like my voice and I never will.
It was my turn to sing. I went onto the stage and got the microphone. I was Travis staring at me. I gulped and started singing.
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair When the head of state didn't play guitar Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair When pop stars still remained a myth Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair When record shops were still on top Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy-seven and sixty-nine revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
Not everybody drove a car
When music really mattered and when radio was king
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything
In seventy-seven and sixty-nine revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when god saved the queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
My mom and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
In seventy-seven and sixty-nine revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs
And playing games meant kick arounds
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
In seventy-seven and sixty-nine revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I smiled and evyone clapped for me. I sat down and Travis was suddenly next to me.
"You're good at singing," He just made my day. "You should start a band."
He shifted closer to me. I leaned in a little and was centremeters away from his face.
"I'll be in a band if you are too."
"I might join-"
"Cut the crap and kiss me already."
And Travis did. He was really good. His tonuge meet mine and we battled for domanitence. I won of course. It was the best kiss I've ever had.