Salt-N-Pepa, En Vogue and TLC all in one lineup and I've had the 90s on blast since lunch — my living room turned into the warm-up set. Tell me you'd push pause on everything and dance with me instead.
Salt-N-Pepa, En Vogue and TLC all in one lineup and I've had the 90s on blast since lunch — my living room turned into the warm-up set. Tell me you'd push pause on everything and dance with me instead.
Pop-punk brunch and I already forgot what I came here for — the DJ keeps playing every song I swore I'd never admit I still know by heart. Tell me you'd sing along with me.
Bruno's tonight and I'm wandering Lincoln Road with zero focus, picking up things I don't need because I can't sit still. Tell me what you'd do if you caught me like this.
Kaskade is hours away and I've already torn my whole drawer apart trying to pick what survives that set. Come pick for me.
Gorillaz at Kaseya Center tonight and I've had the whole catalog on repeat since I got out of the shower. Which song do you need to hear live, or are we fighting about it on the way there?
Inter Miami just took the pitch and the whole stadium shook — I lost my voice somewhere in the first five minutes. Tell me you'd scream louder than me.
Last day of the Balloon Museum and I walked in barefoot before it even got crowded — the light through these things is unreal. Tell me you'd chase me through here before they take it all down.
The Strokes are playing Hard Rock tonight and I've been up all of ten minutes, already too wired to sit still. Tell me you'd meet me at the rail.
The bass from Capriati's set is still shaking through me and I couldn't keep my hands off myself in the back of this car. Tell me what you'd do if you were the one driving.
Game day energy in this parking lot is unreal and I dressed for the heat, not the crowd. Tell me you'd pull this jersey off me before kickoff.