The Strokes : Room On Fire
You've only just met her, but you recognised her straight away because you knew her sister. Wow, her sister. She was so amazing, so alive, so different to any girl you'd known before. She wasn't what you might call deep, but she was so great to be around. Ah man, did you have fun. Your friends loved her as well, though some of them tried to tell you that you shouldn't hang out with her because her parents were privileged middle-class types who played the part of bohemians, but what did that matter? It's not as if you were going to socialist rallies with the girl. You were just getting drunk and fucking around. You loved her so much, and you know that part of you always will because she changed your life as you knew it, and at a time when a change was just what you needed.
Now, here in front of you, is her sister. You feel a bit uncomfortable at first - you want to adore her straight away because you're naturally comparing her to her sister, but there's something about her that's not quite the same. This sister doesn't seem as instantly friendly, and it's a bit of a let down. You know that you really want to get to know her though, so you persevere. The longer you talk, you start to realise that there's more to her than you first thought. You start to see that what at first seemed to be a slight coldness is actually more like a certain kind of sophistication, a thoughtfulness that her sister - as great as she was - didn't quite have. You also start to realise that the sense of fun you hoped ran in the family is there after all, only with this sister its kind of . . . cleverer. She's not a smartass though - she's self-deprecating enough not to be cocky, but she's so witty, feisty and sharp that you find yourself falling for her wonderful brain as much as you're already taken with her glorious good looks.