Rough draft of text for song, no melody yet                                                        

The music gets louder as I walk towards the door. It’s vaguely familiar, I try to remember who they are; a pretty girl smiles at me, so I don’t get that far. The smile lasts forever, but it does when you’re a teen, I know I shouldn’t, but I look her up and down, she doesn’t seem to notice. The smile is still there, it goes with the mini skirt and long blond hair. ‘My boyfriend’s inside,’ she says, ‘with my other friends.’ Wonder if her boyfriend believes in lend’s. I quickly dismiss that thought, she seems a nice girl, still I wouldn’t mind taking a whirl. The smile returns as if she has read my thoughts, ‘perhaps see you later,’ she says, and her lips sort of pout, if her boyfriend’s six foot six, I will rule the lend’s out. 

I grab a beer and drink it fast, and then another one, as the conveyor belt goes past, I move into the world where nothing really matters, no sharp edges, everything is smooth, life has become easy, problems melt away, they were of my own making anyway. The beers keep coming, girls linger past, they give me the look, but I just shrug my shoulders pretending I am took, I don’t think too deep, why girls find me attractive, without me being too proactive, perhaps it was luck or maybe it’s the genes, but they are wrangler and tight at the seams.

The producer tells me I will be famous when the film is released, but fame might not suit me I quite like who I am. Do I really want to become another man? They say it’s going to be a massive hit, put my name up in lights; make me a star. So I bought a car to go with the image, it’s real fast, especially on the straight not so good if I run out of space. No one can give me the one thing I want, which is to stay young forever, never grow old. I bet there are millions that think that way, but never met anyone who could stay. The girl with the boyfriend suddenly appears and moves in close, I get her a drink, ‘he’s my ex now,’ she says with a grin as she moves onto her second gin, another one follows, then four and five.

I grab a beer and drink it fast, and then another one, as the conveyor belt goes past, I move into the world where nothing really matters, no sharp edges, everything is smooth, life has become easy, problems melt away, they were of my own making anyway. The beers keep coming, girls linger past, they give me the look, but I just shrug my shoulders pretending I am took. I don’t think too deeply why girls find me attractive without me being too proactive, perhaps it was luck or maybe it’s the genes, but they are wrangler and tight at the seams.

She grabs my arm and gets real close, her perfume mixes with the beer and gin as if it’s seeping through her skin, she’s really pretty but very young, if she’s under age this could all be wrong. She grinned and read my thoughts again ‘I am older than I look if you’re worried about my age, and much wiser than many, almost a sage. You could get us a taxi and take me home, much better than spending a night alone,’ We walk outside, the Porsche reflects the neon lights she asks my name and what I do then the number plate comes into view. ‘j Dean’ she says, but doesn’t have a clue who I am and I quite like being an invisible man.

I would never get old, and there is a mystic in thinking what I could have become, but I did more in my life than most people ever do, and was always destined to join the club of the famous few.