That Night I Absolutely Killed It (The Mood)

It was 2006. I was 17, autistic, and my friends took me to a club.

People were dancing to some pretty nice songs, but that week "Mr. Brightside" by the Killers was my jam, babeh. I walked up to the DJ of the hour, I said, "man, could you play Mr. Brightside next?"

He said, "are you sure?" I said, "yeah I'm sure."

And so it went down. I heard the lead guitars and I was sure this was my time to make myself officially known as a Cool Guy.

Reception was ice cold. Dancing? Never heard of it. Even my friends looked confused. There was no other way but to endure this—really great—song with people who didn't want to hear it.