![]() I led her through the living room, through the corridor where friends were still debating the same things they were a few hours before and were likely to continue, through my friend’s bedroom, where, if you negotiated your way through the tiny window space, there was a balcony where two people could stand. She considered for a moment, before taking it. “Fair point.” There was a quiet between us, not quite silent, something humming. Two, coming from the guy who’s tryna dance to slow jams at a house party with a stranger.” “Maybe… How Can You Mend a Broken Heart?” And, besides” – She gestured to the room, bodies pressed up against the walls, the middle of the space, empty. Maybe it was the drink, but I felt brave. Be Your Girl was fading into You Don’t Know My Name. We both stood there, a little awkwardly, nodding to the music. I took the bottle, poured a little for me, a little for her, and gave thanks. It wasn’t quite a smile we shared, but it wasn’t far off. She was as tall as me, so the gaze was direct and intense. Her eyes scanned the scene, glimmering in the soft darkness of the room. That’s when a woman appeared beside me, brushing my elbow. All I wanted was something to tide me over before the walk home. ![]() Some ducked out early and others took a seat in the living room, tipping over tipsy toward drunk, convinced they just needed to rest for a moment. It was that time of the night, when the music had begun to slow and we’d long started to sway. The makeshift bar – a table swarmed by bottles and mixers – wasn’t in good shape, but it was the wrong side of the countdown. I patted my pocket for the tiny bottle of rum I’d split with friends, but someone else must have had it. I needed a drink, having raised my cup to my lips and come up empty. It was a New Year’s house party, and I was holding up the wall with my shoulders. Sets down her chopsticks and brushes a stray braid from her eye line. “We’re both adults here.” She slides closer to me in the booth so that our knees knock. Long, soulful cuts like these, where melodies loop and progressions build, take me away, elsewhere.Īnd then I’m back in the room, and without meaning to, I’m saying, “I’ve got this record at home. But I know how to feel, how to surrender to the plucks of a guitar, the croon of a horn, those choruses which speck my arms with goosebumps. At a house party, I’m more likely to hug my back to a wall than to slide across the expanse of a small dance floor. I love how the first notes you hear are as much an exclamation of joy as they are about tender heartbreak. ![]() As the song progresses, she sings along, matching each note so it’s not just perfect, but hers. ![]() ![]() I recognise the opening notes, those quick drum patterns, as does she – Joy and Pain by Frankie Beverly and Maze. “Better.” I don’t know what to do with this, how not to psych myself out, so I’m grateful when a new song starts up. They’ve got plenty of reason to be excited: Not only is Beyonce reportedly working on two more Netflix specials, her game-changing 2016 album Lemonade has also landed on all streaming platforms as well.“I guess so.” She smiles, her eyes glittering from more than the alcohol. Clearly, she’s far less of a perfectionist when it comes to other folks’ performances of her choreography - so long as her words and performances are bringing her fans joy, it seems they give it right back. Beyonce’s “Before I Let Go” cover starts off as a pretty straightforward rendition of Frankie Beverly And Maze’s version, but halfway through, it breaks down, keeping the lyrics from the original as her band begins to play the iconic bassline from “Candy” with a little of the DC go-go flair that inspired her breakout solo hit “Crazy In Love.” Over the bridge, Beyonce calls out dance steps, which from the videos above can be interpreted any number of ways, even though she demonstrated the choreography herself during the livestreamed 2018 Coachella performance that forms the basis for her Homecoming live album and documentary on Netflix. ![]()
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