Youtube: the song (and music video).
That day, I'd raced home after church to get ready to attend her birthday party. It was a wet day, and I was driving a tad too fast down Hobson. I skidded into the guard rail at the intersection of Hobson and Washington, which smashed my right front lights and damaged the bumper. Luckily, the damage was not severe, but I knew I was going to be in deep shit with my dad. I made it the rest of the way home without incident.
Upon reaching home, I told my dad about hitting the guard rail, and of course, he forbade me to leave the house. But after a while, he magically changed his mind, with but a single condition-- he said I had to drive the marred car to the party. That was a whole lot better than nothing, so I took it. I wouldn't know until later why he'd let me go.
I arrived somewhat late, and the party had already begun. After a while, Tim Tsu came up to me with and asked an odd question, in an odd tone: "Hey, Ezra... wanna go with me to pick out a movie?" Another friend would be joining us. My logical side prompted me to immediately ask, "Does it take three people to pick out a movie?" "Oh, uhh... yeah, we need a variety of opinions. Let's go pick out a movie!"
We went to the nearest rental, browsed about for close to half an hour, and failed to reach a consensus on what movie we should watch. Tim received a phone call, then came over to inform us that "somebody else had actually brought a movie." That, or "they don't want to watch a movie anymore." We got back to Wendy's house, and I knew something was up the moment I got inside, because it was all dark. I seem to recall a crowd of peers crammed into the stairwell like sardines, giggling like the schoolgirls they largely consisted of. In the living room, Wendy stood in the dimness, wearing a white dress, within a large heart-shaped formation of lit candles.
I just kind of stood there and looked at her. She beckoned me over, into the center. "Will you go to Turnabout with me?" "Well, of course." Upon which, everybody cheered. Somebody put on music, I think, and she asked me to dance with her there, within the heart of lit candles. I dithered, objected on the grounds that I was a poor dancer. But, of course, I couldn't very well refuse her, in front of everybody there. So we danced awkwardly, within that heart of lit candles, in the dimness of her living room. After enough footage had been obtained of us, the pitiful spectacle was finally put to an end.
The lights were turned back on, and we started to clean up. That was when the song came on; it must have been playing from one of her mixes. I felt like a boss after getting asked to Turnabout, and we were quite a sappy pair, so this song was perfect for the moment. It was at that time that I found out that Wendy had managed to call my father, tell him about her plans, and thus spring me from house arrest. What a day. This was one of several high points in our (pseudo) relationship, and I shall cherish it forever, even though we didn't work out.
Why this song fits the "Ezra's Life in Song" project: recalls a significant emotional milestone; recalls a significant person; lyrics' writer also speaks of remembering.
