DRAIN YOU in the stories running threw my head recently

ok, so there are three young girls. They are best friends. A trio you could call them. They are sitting in a room, as they usually are, listening to an old favorite. The suns gone down for the evening and the conversation sits idly with basically nothing important said. It’s the Muddy Banks of the Wishkah. The live version of Drain you comes on. The music is getting spacey. Dark. Beautiful. It’s been a while since these three girls have heard this version, hence they get quiet as well. One of them grabs her phone and starts to look up this particular version of the song. She is looking to see when and where it was performed. Perhaps, if she recognizes the city, or year, she’ll know what to expect in the next few seconds of the song. The second girl listens intently, as if she might not hear it if she doesn’t give every bit of attention she has to her stereo. The third girl, yes she is listening for it, but is a lot less obvious about it. She drifts off into the music. Her eyes close, it’s her and the song and nothing else in the world matters at that moment. And then it happens. He doesn’t scream. The three of them are equally disappointed. They exchange grim looks with each other. They all know what it meant if the scream did not happen and it makes them sad. As the song draws to an end, they begin to live in back up. The conversation begins to right itself and the moment is short and sweet and over.