Kaetlin Perna
June 9, 2006

One time in my life, I was very passionate about music. I wanted to be a singer, singing on Broadway. Even creatively, I either write about music or incorporate music into a thought or even in a story-line. For this musical I've been writing, for what seems like forever, 70's music, such as Simon and Garfunkel and Janis Joplin, seem to be consistent. Right at this very moment, I'm listening to Bob Seger's "Night Moves" repeatedly on my iTunes. I have to confess though, that this song doesn't make me want to write about anything but making whoopee with a stranger.

Now to get the full effect, you'll have to pop in the song. Go ahead, I'll wait… Okay, imagine it now; we meet in a bar. He's tall and handsome. I'm frumpy and a little quirky. He's a little drunk, I'm a little drunk. We flirt a little, touching each other lightly on the arm or by the small of one another's back. That feeling of magic (or as we all really know, pheromones) looms in the air. We can't stop smiling. Then it's decided, we will spend time with one another. "We were just young and restless and bored… we were getting our share."

We grab a piece of pizza, and take a subway to Times Square. It's after 2 a.m., and while normally it would be packed full of tourists, it is empty. No one, but a few homeless men, as well as one or two prostitutes are hanging around. We stand in the median of the heavily lit attraction that's easily seen twenty blocks away and flip on my iPod. Why, it's "Night Moves" by Bob Seger. "Sweet summertime, summertime…" Bob sings.

We begin to dance alone in the streets (hey, this is my fantasy with a beautiful stranger, I can be as dumb as I want), sharing my headset, each of us with with one of the two ear pieces attached to our ears. The music slows, we look at each other, it's that time. We all know that time, girls, come on. It's when you're watching a good movie and there's that awful "come on kiss her damn it!" tension going on (reference: The Baxter). "And funny how the night moves, when you just don't have as much to lose…"

We kiss, we dance, we move, we love, we touch, and it's wonderful. It's passionate, it's amazing. He's a stranger, but he's fun and exciting. We're dancing and kissing to Bob Seger's "Night Moves." How is that neither romantic nor awesome? That's so not reality though. Moments like that happen when you go, "oh god, we're about to make out," and you do. Life is not full of spontaneity and moments like that are always seen as dreadful and full of expectation. Folks, lets take the bull by the horns and just make out with our mystery men in an emptied out Times Square. It might be more fulfilling.