The year was 2010. I was sitting in the local public library, doing my business (whatever that might have been. I might have been studying or it might have been after WACE exams and I was just sitting around, smelling the library) when I heard the dulcet tones of Beyonce's "Halo" being played from a nearby computer. It was two high school aged girls, rocking out to the song.
They were very invested in the song. There were numerous pairs (and by numerous, I mean two) of shoulders bobbing, hair being shook, attitude being emanated. I was both laughing and envying them (I wish I had the confidence to shoulder bob in a public place). But it wasn't too soon after that my feelings turned from amusement to even greater amusement. The following conversation took place:
Girl 1: Man, I love this song.
Girl 2: I feel ya. (I am taking some artistic liberties with the dialogue for my own amusement and hopefully yours) Beyonce is sah cool.
Girl 1: I knooow. She is sah awesome.
Girl 1 and Girl 2 continue to shoulder bob and attitude emanate to "Halo," one of Beyonce's better songs from her 2008 album, I Am... Sasha Fierce.
Girl 2: (In a loud voice over the music) What does halo mean?
Girl 1: I don't know... Man, this song is so good.
It was the greatest conversation I've ever witnessed/eavesdropped on.
I've also decided that it would be really great if my friends could put together a choreographed performance to Beyonce's "Love on Top" (perhaps my favourite of all of Beyonce's fabulous ditties) for my future wedding. You should probably start rehearsals now; I will accept nothing less than synchronized perfection.
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
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