Dancing to the Transformer -or- Name that Tune  

rm_titsandtires 51M/41F
2973 posts
12/5/2005 9:19 pm

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Dancing to the Transformer -or- Name that Tune

sThe concrete was harder than normal under the arm of her jacket this evening. Mandy looked in the corner where the sidewalk met the building near the front door of the boutique, noticing how bueatiful the concrete was. The reflection of the "OPEN" sign from across the street mixed with the other signs on the block making a brilliant blue to green to red mess that danced to the hum of the neon light transformer just ten feet above her head. The entrance way to this business would be her bedroom tonight.
The rancid smell of the street went along well with this show of lights for some reason.
This was the time she would spend thinking about home, and why she wasn't there. Wonder to herself if she could have done anything differently.
She saw a girl on Vine this afternoon that had the cutest striped socks on with orange high tops. She thought she could so something similar if she could get home tomorrow while her mom was at the spa. Maybe grab a few more things and fill another back pack. Today, she felt naked for some reason because she didn't have any mascara. "I can grab some mascara and some lipstick for Paula from my mom's vanity." she thought. After all, Paula has become a good friend to her in the streets. Paula looked out for alot of the steet kids, she having been one herself now for almost two years. Paula was definitely more of a teet kid than she was a prostitute, but she did have to turn a trick or two occasionally for hot food and smokes money.
"Hey, legs, looking for a place to sleep tonight? I got just what you need, baby. Get in." The driver of the blue sedan motions Mandy towards his car, throwing a pack of smokes and an empty fast food bag on the floorboard in the backseat.
"Fuck off! As if?" Mandy scowls, as he reaches to open the passenger side door. She grabs the jacket and the flannel shirt she's been using to keep warm the last two nights, and curls them tighter around her shoulders. She then rolls the other direction, no longer being able to see the dance of the steet on the sidewalk. She hears the sedan door pull shut, the driver muttering "Bitch!" as he drives away.
Now she felt angry. Not at the driver of the sedan, but at her father. The father that probably didn't even care where his daughter was on this chilly October night. As far as he was concerned, she could do whatever she wants. To him, his daughter was non-existant anymore.
"You live under my rules under my roof!"
All she wanted out her was to feel like she belonged, and strangely enough, she's found that. Out here in this vast exspanse of concrete and electricity, she found a strange sense of solitude. She felt an odd sense of security under the blanket of the neon glow.

Can you name the tune that inspired this story?

rm_titsandtires 51M/41F
3656 posts
12/5/2005 9:28 pm

one and only hint - 1984, made the top 40, on artist premier album.


slidein2meplz 62F
1994 posts
12/5/2005 10:23 pm

was it by Barry Manilow? and did you ever get my emails??? I hope so....

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rm_titsandtires 51M/41F
3656 posts
12/5/2005 10:32 pm

not barry.

tillerbabe 56F

12/7/2005 1:44 am

Bruce Springstein

rm_titsandtires 51M/41F
3656 posts
12/7/2005 7:40 am

this was a hard one i guess.

it was "runaway" by john bon jovi.

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