Disco in 15 parts
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,958
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7
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europa
so, because I didn\'t say it before, each chapter is a track from Prozzaks first album: Hot Show. I would recomend listining to the music at least once, they are quite good, plus you\'ll get some stuff I\'m not giving you in these humble chapters.
Our first act is with one Justin Finch-Fletchley
Chapter 2: Europa
’twas so long ago, and so far away
I wonder what your doing today
As they enter the club, the large group of twenty-somethings gather in some sort of celabration. One seems to stand out in a croud of almost casually dressed revelers.
I remember like its yesterday
the song we used to sing,
what was its name?
dance together ‘till the break of day
and I knew I’d never be the same
Justin’s skin tight clothing screamed ‘look at me! I’m gay!’. Perhaps he ment it that way, perhaps he didn’t know. Either way, he looked like sex on legs.
He wasn’t here just to party with his friends, there was more to it then that. For him it was the memory of what else had happened in this disco.
Now so many winters turned to spring
but where is the love that I thought that would bring.
Sit and think about that girl from Spain
and how we used to sing.
He moved onto the dance floor. His hips moved in a memory, Grinding with a body no one else could see. He could almost feel the texture of the long slinky dress.
Spainish silk and soft skin.
lalala lala la la
Europa
lalala lala la la
Europa
Long dark hair under his fingers and a muscular thigh under his hand. She had called herself Europa. He knew it was a false name, he didn’t care who she was, as long as she kept dancing.
He wanted to forget. He had wanted to pretend that he was straight that night. He wanted to forget the teasing and taunting. He wanted to forget that his last year of school was comming.
And for a few moments he had done just that!
London, Amsterdam and gay Paris
Don’t mean that much to me, the’re all the same
People falling but no one for me
they could never match that girl from Spain
Now he was here again. It was his birthday party, and all his friends decided that this was the best place for a party. Justin had to agree. This was one of the best Disco’s London had to offer, the lighting was right, the music was loud and the drinks were perfection.
He felt, rather than saw, the dance floor fill with people. Bodys moved and taunted eachother.
He looked for that dress, for that hair.
Now so many years have passed me by,
And still I long for that sweet spainish sky
Senorita do you think of me
and of this melody
He remembered the moment when he had noticed. The ‘Senorita’ in his arms was in fact a ‘Signior’.
He soon found himself back with his group, danceing, grinding, pounding. The dance floor was like a safe haven tonight.
lalala lala la la
Europa
lalala lala la la
Europa
The music was like the pulse of a lover on his skin. He wanted to be a part of that beautiful beat. He wanted to loose himself in the memory of a place he had never been to.
Justin looked up, some strange Spainish sky streached over him. Or at least that was what he saw in the bright lights that hung on the beams and supports overhead.
abox of letters and a photograph
are all thats left to keep our memory
Somtimes I swear I hear you laugh
like a ghost of what will never be
He had danced with ‘Europa’ all night. He asked no questions, though he had gotten their picture taken together. He had written stories about what he thought of the strange man he had been with.
What kind of childhood led this man to dance in discos in slinky red dresses.
Justin’s fantacys were endless, but what did it matter.
At night I will look across the sea
and wonder if you could be looking at me
The ocean haunts me like a symphony that
plays our melody
He steped off of the dance floor. He looked around, just to see who was there.
Suddenly he turned his head. Was that... no it couldn’t be! He followed the swiftly moving figure.
Could it be?
lalala lala la la
Europa
lalala lala la la
Europa
Our first act is with one Justin Finch-Fletchley
Chapter 2: Europa
’twas so long ago, and so far away
I wonder what your doing today
As they enter the club, the large group of twenty-somethings gather in some sort of celabration. One seems to stand out in a croud of almost casually dressed revelers.
I remember like its yesterday
the song we used to sing,
what was its name?
dance together ‘till the break of day
and I knew I’d never be the same
Justin’s skin tight clothing screamed ‘look at me! I’m gay!’. Perhaps he ment it that way, perhaps he didn’t know. Either way, he looked like sex on legs.
He wasn’t here just to party with his friends, there was more to it then that. For him it was the memory of what else had happened in this disco.
Now so many winters turned to spring
but where is the love that I thought that would bring.
Sit and think about that girl from Spain
and how we used to sing.
He moved onto the dance floor. His hips moved in a memory, Grinding with a body no one else could see. He could almost feel the texture of the long slinky dress.
Spainish silk and soft skin.
lalala lala la la
Europa
lalala lala la la
Europa
Long dark hair under his fingers and a muscular thigh under his hand. She had called herself Europa. He knew it was a false name, he didn’t care who she was, as long as she kept dancing.
He wanted to forget. He had wanted to pretend that he was straight that night. He wanted to forget the teasing and taunting. He wanted to forget that his last year of school was comming.
And for a few moments he had done just that!
London, Amsterdam and gay Paris
Don’t mean that much to me, the’re all the same
People falling but no one for me
they could never match that girl from Spain
Now he was here again. It was his birthday party, and all his friends decided that this was the best place for a party. Justin had to agree. This was one of the best Disco’s London had to offer, the lighting was right, the music was loud and the drinks were perfection.
He felt, rather than saw, the dance floor fill with people. Bodys moved and taunted eachother.
He looked for that dress, for that hair.
Now so many years have passed me by,
And still I long for that sweet spainish sky
Senorita do you think of me
and of this melody
He remembered the moment when he had noticed. The ‘Senorita’ in his arms was in fact a ‘Signior’.
He soon found himself back with his group, danceing, grinding, pounding. The dance floor was like a safe haven tonight.
lalala lala la la
Europa
lalala lala la la
Europa
The music was like the pulse of a lover on his skin. He wanted to be a part of that beautiful beat. He wanted to loose himself in the memory of a place he had never been to.
Justin looked up, some strange Spainish sky streached over him. Or at least that was what he saw in the bright lights that hung on the beams and supports overhead.
abox of letters and a photograph
are all thats left to keep our memory
Somtimes I swear I hear you laugh
like a ghost of what will never be
He had danced with ‘Europa’ all night. He asked no questions, though he had gotten their picture taken together. He had written stories about what he thought of the strange man he had been with.
What kind of childhood led this man to dance in discos in slinky red dresses.
Justin’s fantacys were endless, but what did it matter.
At night I will look across the sea
and wonder if you could be looking at me
The ocean haunts me like a symphony that
plays our melody
He steped off of the dance floor. He looked around, just to see who was there.
Suddenly he turned his head. Was that... no it couldn’t be! He followed the swiftly moving figure.
Could it be?
lalala lala la la
Europa
lalala lala la la
Europa