Theme: I only hope that one day I will have the same feeling of intuition as I had that night, to forget about my life and just go out and have a little fun. It might turn out to be one of those nights, one of those magical nights.
Grammer and punctuation are a little off.
The night was clear and the moon was yellow and all the stars were shining brightly in velvet sky. The year was 1999, almost the end of summer. I was arriving at my last party before I would eventually become a senior in high school. I really didn't feel like attending the bash. I had just gotten in an argument with my Father not to mention I really had had a hard day at work. …
