<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<feed xmlns:icbm="http://postneo.com/icbm" xml:lang="en-us" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">
  <title>Comments on 'Purple Rain (Celestic23's Music Challenge)'</title>
  <subtitle>So there we were, a couple of teenaged girls with big dreams in our badly teased hair cruising the town in a 1971 Chevelle. Radio blasting, of course, at the time it was Bad Company's Shooting Star and we were singing at the top of our lungs.

Yeah, we had big dreams. We could see ourselves in the furture, big hair and all. It was the eighties afterall. Everyone had big dreams then. And the music fed the dreams. 

Next song up was Prince's Purple Rain, another one we loved to sing. Loudly, maybe not as badly. But who could really tell then. It was the heartbeat that kept us moving. It drove us to move. We danced we sang and we dreamt. We lived.

We parked and turned up the radio so we could hear it as we watched traffic moving slowly by. We sang to passer bys and danced when the right songs played. We cried when Dream On rang out. (It was our class song afterall.) 

Our crowd gathered and everyone tuned to the same station so the noise drowned all hopes of conversation. But we had fun. And the music lived.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-03-19T01:30:37Z</updated>
  <id>http://ficlets.com/feed/story/24874</id>
  <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/blog"/>
  <link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ficlets.com/blog/feed"/>
  <link rel="license" title="Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.5 License" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.5/"/>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Comment on Purple Rain (Celestic23's Music Challenge)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/24874"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Fantastic story with great music. I was born in 1980, so I guess I&amp;#8217;m more a child of the &amp;#8216;90s, but I know me and my friends have had similar moments with our favorite songs (and some of those were &amp;#8216;80s songs too.)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/24874?basename=49780</id>
    <published>2008-03-19T01:30:37Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>thebetweenspace</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/thebetweenspace</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Comment on Purple Rain (Celestic23's Music Challenge)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/24874"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Such a nice memory, captured quite well.  I can almost smell the White Rain now.&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/24874?basename=49155</id>
    <published>2008-03-17T14:25:29Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>THX 0477</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/thx_0477</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Comment on Purple Rain (Celestic23's Music Challenge)</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/24874"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Oh, man. You captured a good portion of &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; teenage years there. I consider myself fortunate to have been a teenager in the 80&amp;#8217;s. What a fabulous time! And the music! Well, what more need be said about that?&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful job!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/24874?basename=49141</id>
    <published>2008-03-17T13:46:20Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Capital "W" Writer (LoA's Geekus Awesomeus)</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/capital_w_writer</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
</feed>
