Sunday, July 5, 2009

Addicted to Love

"It's on! It's on!" I scream, as I jump up and down in front of the TV.

"The Sexy Ladies are on!" I squeal. I've been waiting for almost a half hour for the video countdown show to play my new favourite song.

I grab my hairbrush and stand in front of the TV as the music starts to play. The Sexy Ladies are dancing in their cool black dresses. I don't have a black dress -- only my black leotard from gymnastics; but I've put my hair back in a ponytail and have used some red paint for my lips.

I love the Sexy Ladies!

"Your lights are on....but you're not home", I swoon as I dance back and forth in my mother's shoes like the Sexy Ladies. My little sister races downstairs. She doesn't have a black leotard because she doesn't do gymnastics, but she does have a pink and purple jazzersize outfit and little black jazz shoes.

"OK?" she asks me. I nod yes, and motion for her to shush because we have to dance along with the Sexy Ladies.

"Wooo-oh-oh, Yoooou like to think that you're immune to this stuff, Oh YEAH!" I scream as I jump around the living room. I grab my sisters hand and we begin to fling each other back and forth into bookcases and chairs.

The Sexy Ladies are awesome!

I run over to the fridge, grab a Pepsi, and run back in front of the TV. The Sexy Ladies like Pepsi so I like it too!

"Hey!" my sister sulks. She tries to grab the Pepsi can from me, but I ignore her. I like being older and taller sometimes.

"Another kiss, and you'll be miiiiiine" I wail. My mother yells at us to keep it down from the kitchen. We do, for about one verse, but then we get excited again.

I wish I had a white guitar and red lipstick like the Sexy Ladies.

My sister grabs the Pepsi from me when I'm not paying attention -- and I let her have it. I have my hairbrush so I'm happy. I start to dance around in front of the TV, all the while singing at the top of my lungs into my hairbrush.

"Might as well face it, you're addicted to love! Might as well face it, you're addicted to love! Might as well face it, you're addicted to love! Might as well face it, you're addicted to love!"

I check myself out in the mirror. I wonder if I'll be tall and sexy like the Sexy Ladies when I'm a big girl? I hope so. They're so cool.

My sister starts to dance even faster, running circles around the living room. I think the Pepsi has kicked in.

She's really little, but with her squeaky voice she tries to sing the song as well, "Might as well face it yer addeeted to love."

I start to copy the dance of the Sexy Ladies. I step back and forth slowly like them. How come they don't want to dance fast to the song like I do? I give up and start to dance fast, because the music makes me so happy.

I look to my sister who now has the hiccups from drinking too much Pepsi. She begins to twirl around the living room, then gets dizzy and flops on the floor.

"Another kiss, and yooooou'll be miiiiine!"

I grab the Pepsi can back from her and pretend that I'm also playing the white guitar. I think I want to be a Sexy Lady when I grow up. I want to dance in cool videos. I want to be addicted to love!

I raise my hairbrush above my head like the people on Star Search, and sing the chorus. My sister grabs the hair brush from me and squeaks out some of the words. I steal the hairbrush back and continue to dance like the Sexy Ladies.

"Might as well face it, you're addicted to love!"


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