by tiggirl » Monday 3 May 2004 5:14:03am
Yeah, your right. But we are rather close to the stage. She had to shout in her friend's ear just to be heard. There was something strange in the music . . . an ominous undertone, that seemed to scratch at the back of her brain . . . But she didn't care . . . In fact, the usually perceptive Lita, couln't bring herself to care about anything at the moment. The music seemed to be washing away all worries and inhabitions. I'm going to get a drink, I'll be right back. Lita moves easily through the growing crowd of dancers on the floor. She leans against the bar, fanning her flushed face with her hand. Ice wanter, please. As she waited for her drink, she glanced around the bar, noticing for the first time, the guy sitting next to her. She smiled politely at him as the brought her drink.