@oristarA,
Hot summer.
Cheerful Cocktail.
You took my hand.
We fled into another world of band.
You sat by my side, long hair tied behind, cool and killing.
Smile floating on the lemonade,
Soft and smooth.
How I was amazed.
Your face looked like the cover of the magazine.
My head spun.
You lead my hand,
And danced along the crazy theme.
(Sorry if it was supposed to be a paragraph. I read it like it was a poem so I turned into a stanza.)