[ WP ] Turn your favourite song into a piece of prose/poetry without mentioning the song .

`` Man! Open up the door.'' 
 
 `` What? It's like three in the morning. What do you want?'' 
 
 Bruce pushed his way into Mark's apartment, glancing behind him. He shut the door and leaned against it. 
 
 `` Latoya, she caught me.'' 
 
 `` Caught you?'' 
 
 `` You know *caught me. *'' Bruce ran his hands through his short hair, giving Mark a sheepish look. `` You know how it is?'' 
 
 `` How the fuck did she catch you?'' Mark demanded, moving to the window to gaze out at the parking lot. Latoya was crazy. She would burn them both alive. `` Who was it?'' 
 
 `` You know Amanda... the girl next door?'' Bruce said, falling onto the couch. The frame creaked. 
 
 Mark's eyes went wide. `` Amanda Stanley? She's *eighteen. *'' 
 
 `` Yeah...'' Bruce shrugged. `` I do n't know how I let this happen... but man... Amanda... I do n't know what to do.'' 
 
 `` Ca n't you just... say it was n't you?'' Mark tried to keep his face as straight as he possibly could. His mask shattered and he laughed. `` You know, convince her you were n't... *fucking* anyone. It was all a bad dream.'' 
 
 `` Latoya caught me red-handed,'' Bruce said incrediously. `` I would have to be a telepath to convince her of anything.'' 
 
 `` Well, I am not dumb enough to get caught creeping on the girl next door, so I guess I am smarter than you are. So trust me,'' Mark said with a shrug. `` Just... how did Toya find out?'' 
 
 `` Picture this,'' Bruce said, sitting up straighter. `` We were on the bathroom floor... Butt naked, just fucking, banging really.'' 
 
 `` Okay.'' Mark leaned back against the cushions. The red couch had been a place of many stories. It's red clothe held all the secrets of their friendship. `` Then she walked in.'' 
 
 `` She was in there the whole time... well... I guess she watched us for a long time,'' Bruce said sheepishly. `` She was in shock or she wanted to see how far it would go. Girl is into weird shit. We did it on the counter, we kissed on the sofa, I even had her in the shower.'' 
 
 `` So, say it was n't you,'' Mark said again. `` Or...'' 
 
 `` She caught it on camera.'' 
 
 Mark whistled. `` Dude.'' 
 
 `` How could I have forgotten she had a key.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, your first mistake.'' 
 
 Bruce glared. `` I am sure.'' 
 
 Mark rubbed his beard and said, sage-like, `` Well, say it was John.'' 
 
 `` My twin?'' 
 
 `` Yeah. Say it was n't you. It was John.'' 
 
 `` She never took her eyes off me, she knows,'' Bruce tried to reason. 
 
 `` You need to learn from your mistakes. If you are going to cheat, then you ca n't let her have access to your villa. And worse, Latoya is crazy enough she might just kill you,'' Mark said with a frown. `` If you want to be a player, you have to be able to convince your main woman that you are a saint. Convince her it never happened. Learn how to play or stay out of the game.'' 
 
 `` Oh, and how do I do that?'' Bruce looked at Mark with narrowed eyes. 
 
 `` If she claims you cheated, you convince her she's wrong. Never admit anything,'' Mark said. He stood up and headed to his kitchen. Bruce followed. 
 
 Mark handed Bruce a cold one. Popping off the top, he passed the bottle opener to his oldest friend. `` Hear me out, Bruce.'' 
 
 `` Did you not listen. She saw the marks. She heard Amanda call out my name,'' Bruce said angrily. He took a sip of the cheap as piss beer. Swirling it in the back of his throat, Bruce slammed the bottle on the counter. `` She heard us.'' 
 
 `` You are an idiot,'' Mark said. He took another sip. He set his own bottle down and punched Bruce on the shoulder. 
 
 `` I tried to tell her, I tried to explain,'' Bruce said weakly. `` She would n't listen.'' 
 
 Mark pulled out his phone. Holding up a finger he left the room. Bruce picked up his beer, swallowed a mouthful, and started digging around in the cabinets for something to eat. He was done with his sandwich by the time Mark came back. 
 
 `` Problem solved.'' 
 
 Mark would n't tell him what was going on until there was a knock on the door. Bruce was surprised to see his brother there. John was carrying a black bag. It said `` Monica'' in glittery letters. 
 
 Monica was Bruce's friendly neighbor. Monica followed moments later, her short skirt showing off long brown legs. `` I hear we had a little incident,'' Monica said with a smile. 
 
 Bruce nodded. `` I kinda fucked up.'' 
 
 `` Literally.'' 
 
 `` You are lucky I did n't cut my hair,'' John said. `` Not we are going to make this look real. Switch clothes with me.'' 
 
 By the time Monica was done, Bruce was sporting a buzz cut, his facial hair was gone, and he was dressed in black slacks and a green dress up shirt. On the other hand, John was sporting the rather dashing goatee. Bruce had hoped to surprise Latoya with the new look, but apprently it was not to be. 
 
 John had on Bruce's jersey and basket ball shorts. 
 
 `` Now, we just have to make sure she knows it was n't you,'' Mark said with a smile. Monica and John nodded along. 
 
 Bruce shook his head. `` Not going to work.'' 
 
 `` Oh, yes it will.'' Mark grinned again. 
 
 
 

