[Intro]
[Rave organ hits]
DAA!
DAA-DAA!
[Reverse bass rushes underneath]
[Male vocal enters mid-beat]
You wrote your number
on my wrist.
That was the whole plan.
[Kick slams in]
[Verse 1]
I met you
between two songs
I couldn't name
even if I tried.
You were looking
for your friend.
I was looking
for somewhere
to put my drink.
You shouted:
“Have you seen
a girl in red?”
I looked around.
Half the room
was wearing red.
I said:
“You'll have to do better.”
You laughed.
Then the lead came in.
Conversation over.
Both hands up.
Everybody moving.
Three minutes later
we were dancing
like we'd known each other
for years.
Funny what volume
does to strangers.
[Pre-Chorus]
You leaned close.
Said something.
I heard nothing.
You tried again.
Still nothing.
So you took my hand,
found a pen,
and wrote.
[Chorus]
INK ON MY WRIST.
DON'T LET IT FADE.
NINE LITTLE NUMBERS
THAT I HAVE TO SAVE.
INK ON MY WRIST.
SWEAT RUNNING DOWN.
I MET YOU
IN THE LOUDEST ROOM
AND NOW I CAN'T
LOSE YOU IN THE CROWD.
Hold my hand.
Write it again.
Make the last two digits
darker this time.
INK ON MY WRIST.
STAY THERE.
STAY THERE.
[Verse 2]
We lost each other
twenty minutes later.
Of course we did.
One friend pulled me left.
Your friend found you.
Then the room
swallowed everything.
I looked for you
near the bar.
Near the stairs.
By the speaker
where we'd been standing.
Nothing.
Every dark-haired girl
looked like you
for half a second.
Then didn't.
I checked my wrist.
Still there.
Mostly.
One digit
was already disappearing.
I panicked
more than I should've.
Borrowed another pen
from a guy
I didn't know.
He asked:
“What happened?”
I said:
“Emergency.”
He nodded
like he understood.
Maybe he did.
[Breakdown]
[Kick disappears]
[Choir pad]
[Single piano notes]
[Male vocal]
Funny.
We had no photo.
No profile.
No message waiting.
Just ink.
[Female vocal chop]
“Don't lose it...”
[Arpeggio begins]
[Build]
Don't sweat.
Impossible.
Don't touch it.
Too late.
Don't lose it.
Not tonight.
[Snare rush]
[Drop]
[Chorus]
INK ON MY WRIST.
DON'T LET IT FADE.
NINE LITTLE NUMBERS
THAT I HAVE TO SAVE.
INK ON MY WRIST.
SWEAT RUNNING DOWN.
I MET YOU
IN THE LOUDEST ROOM
AND NOW I CAN'T
LOSE YOU IN THE CROWD.
Hold my hand.
Write it again.
Make the last two digits
darker this time.
INK ON MY WRIST.
STAY THERE.
STAY THERE.
[Verse 3]
Then somehow,
three songs later,
there you were.
Standing
near the coat room,
holding two bottles of water
and looking annoyed.
You saw me.
Pointed at your wrist.
I showed you mine.
You walked over.
Looked closely.
Then laughed.
“What?”
“You copied it wrong.”
My stomach dropped.
You took the pen.
Crossed out a six.
Wrote an eight.
“There.”
I stared at it.
“You're serious?”
“You were dancing.”
Fair.
Very fair.
Then your favorite track
started.
I know because
your entire face changed
before the melody
even arrived.
You grabbed my sleeve.
“Come on.”
And that was that.
[Instrumental Passage]
[Laser synth]
[Rave organ]
[Reverse bass]
[Emotional trance lead]
[Female chops]
“Eight...”
“Not six...”
“Eight...”
[Bridge]
There were no read receipts.
No location sharing.
No way to know
if I'd ever see you again
once those doors opened.
Maybe that's why
everything felt heavier.
One number.
One chance.
One stupid blue pen
trying to survive
an entire night.
[Build Final]
[Piano stabs]
[Choir pad rises]
[Snare rolls faster]
[Lead melody begins softly]
[Vocal]
I checked my wrist.
Still there.
Barely.
Enough.
[Final Drop]
INK ON MY WRIST!
STILL NOT GONE!
BLUE LINE FADING
BUT THE NUMBER'S HOLDING ON!
INK ON MY WRIST!
LEAD UP HIGH!
IF I GET HOME
WITH ALL NINE DIGITS...
I'M CALLING TONIGHT!
RAVE ORGAN!
REVERSE BASS!
LASER!
PIANO!
HANDS UP!
DON'T SMEAR IT!
NOT NOW!
INK ON MY WRIST!
ONE NIGHT!
ONE PEN!
ONE NUMBER!
DON'T LET IT END!
[Outro]
[Kick cuts]
[Soft choir pad]
[Sound of coins dropping into a payphone]
[Dial tones]
One ring.
Two.
Three.
[Click]
Female voice:
“Hello?”
[Small pause]
Male voice:
“Is this the girl in red?”
...
She laughs.
