What awoke your btt80s love from hibernation?
I wake. My heart is pounding like it's never pounded before, my hair is slick with sweat, my mind is racing. Night terrors? No. No, no. If only.
If only whatever cruel, vindictive, high-school-jukebox-musical-themed spirit undoubtedly controlling each and every aspect of my life, mind and body had the capacity for kindness. A simple act of mercy. If only it could've allowed me to move on with my life, free from my self-imposed shackles of eighties nostalgia. Alas, I had a dream.
William Ocean High School, nineteen-eighty-nine, although you must agree nineteen-eighty-four would be the more fitting date, to reflect the paranoia which immediately overcame me, even in this dreamlike(by nature of being a dream) state.
I was here. I was back in the fucking building again.
Rad tunes looped over and over in my head as I rushed through the winding, twisting halls, inordinately bright colours searing into my retinas, even through the feeble lids of skin stretched like an ineffectual plastic wrap over my tortured eyes.
Was this madness? Was this hell? No. It was merely the closest approximation which manโs twisted mind can form to hell. An American high school.
Paroxysms of fear and panic tore through my body, yet I managed to grasp a door handle, which did not sear the vulnerable flesh beneath it, although I wished it did, if only to take attention away from the blinding 80s colours blazened across every plane of my mind.
With a click, almost inaudible for the ringing in my ears, the door swung open beneath my shaking fingers, and I ran into the classroom, slamming it behind me.
Grey, grey, blessed grey. My eyelids fluttered in shock, suddenly no longer attuned to shades with a saturation under 600%.
The jolt to my systems of bare, clinical walls, and the lack of Billy Ocean blaring in my skull was enough to knock me out stone cold, bringing me back to where I began this loathsome anecdote. (That technique is called in media res. It's very clever, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_medias_res )
However, before I slipped back off into the blessed world of the living, I caught sight of a sentence on a blackboard.
โpOSR MORE BACK TO THE 80S TIMBLR.
REVIVE A FANDOM. START A CULT. FULFIL YOUR DESTINYโ
also iheard. Total Eclipse of the Heart on the radio
