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the passions of young girls are worth nurturing no matter how frivolous they may seem . . .
One of the first rules of being a political operative: know who to flatter to get what you want.
Even as I grew out of the fantasy stage, Mischief remained important to me all through high school, and college, and after. They connected me to Kate, and together, we created a community of girls who were just as passionate as we were.
Mischief’s music was a perpetual soundtrack throughout my formative years—playing when I drove a car by myself for the first time, when I collapsed into my bed after my first breakup, and when I got on the plane to head to college.
That band—their music—sits at the gooiest, most intimate center of myself.
I’ve never met this person, but also we have a history together.
It is very, very alluring to hear him say the words I want you, no matter what follows.
I want to experience these songs while being out in the world. Maybe I’m afraid of being alone with them.
“The thing is, everyone says yes to celebrities,” Charlie says. “Everyone tells us our opinions are important and our ideas are good. I feel like I already take up so much space in the world. And part of me still wonders . . . do I need to take up even more?”
the world rarely ends when you think it will.”
“I was actually trying to decide if I should make one more plea before I left.” “You really like weddings, huh?” “Sure,” he says. “That’s what I like.”
I know I have the dumbest grin on my face, but I can’t stop myself. It’s like we’re back in her teen bedroom, splayed on the floor with CD booklets around us.
Every time I so much as think his name, I feel mildly insane, like I’m fifteen again and drunk on the sensation of a crush.
I get a little nostalgic. Except for the wine and the quality of my snacks, I could be in my childhood living room, staying up past my bedtime to watch a member of Mischief make a public appearance.
I’m anxious the way I used to be at concerts: hyped up and restless.
When he actually steps on stage, I let myself reenact the role of lovestruck teen and fling an arm over my eyes and let out a groan.
It’s impossible not to love them just like I always have, to experience their music like it’s part of me.
a reminder that the world doesn’t always end when you think it will.
I remember exactly what it was like to be that young, and to need someone to tell me who and what I was. I worry I haven’t grown out of it yet.
