K's thoughts go immediately to one specific song, rolling through a years long empty lounge, crackling in the neglected sound system and skipping between punches until Elvis himself was there, white and shimmering and cutting, blinding, through the dark.
He smiles and says, "Hallelujah," instead of that one.
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Date: 2022-08-24 09:11 pm (UTC)He smiles and says, "Hallelujah," instead of that one.