last dance

I succeded in finishing this 1 only in the fifth go. Hope I can get my message through.
The night is amazing boy and I wish you would be here. Its slightly chilly and a warm sheet and coffee would work just fine. I m in the room staring at my snoring roommate when suddenly this wierd thought passed me. In about 3 months time life would change completely for us.
We wouldn’t have anyone to help us study stuff, anybody to cover us up when we are shivering or anybody to shout at us and tell us that we are wrong. No one to fight for another chance and no one who would easily understand when we are lying. No walks down the long road and no more sneaky kisses. No one we could tease without thinking what he would think and no one to tell a sorry to when we have hurt them.
I guess going to the practices is even worse because each day when I see the people I love the most doing the thing I love the most, I realize this may be my last dance. Today i felt their won’t be people who would say “P.G. please aap aao naa kitna maza aa raha thaa dance mien”. Nobody to shout at for not doing the steps right and hardly anyone who would put in their 100% to make me happy with their performance. No one to create sensational dances with and no one to support you for synchronization.
It was this one cool spring night 4 years back when the T.V. room had witnessed two strangers come together to celebrate their most worthy possession but now it has come to this. Counting their last breath; because for me giving the last performance would get as painful as death due to slow poisoning. These 1.5 months of practice would be like seeing myself getting amputed. There was a lot planned but a lot more happening and somewhere inside the voice keeps pushing me to enjoy this performance to my fullest. Suddenly all “bol B.I.T ka tempo high hai” and “ bol B.I.T. halla bol” will be nothing more than faint memories we would be smiling at. I guess this time the lights would hurt the eyes more than it usually did and the audience would be nothing more than voices of devils saying “There won’t be a next time. Hahahahahhaaha(devil’s laugh).” Its gonna hurt real bad this time.
Oh how I wish I would never have to give up on this one thing, the ambience, the group, the vibe. Even the ideas of discs now feels disappointing.
However I guess one will have to move on. With my last dance will come the “first chance to do many more things.”
Miss you guys and keep dancing.