→ Crowd Pleaser.

“Well I’ve always said dancing is a cure all!”

And you always did. Then you sauntered off towards that hardwood floor with all the people and all the lights. I turned to the bar. I ordered two gin and tonics - sans tonic. I sat there with my drink, thinking of you. That attitude, those looks, that energy. How did it all fit inside one small girl? You weren’t always so thin, but this life has turned you into a rail. Too much and too fast. Maybe too soon. We were both seventeen, getting paid to show up and launch the club into the cool pyramid. It’d stay there for maybe three weeks. I could never get over all that hair. 5’2 with bright red hair down to the small of your back. All your dresses let it show and your eyes made it stand out. You knew you were special. When we crash the parties of Littlies you instantly cure the boring. No one dances at those things, they don’t really move at all. They try to get drunk off one beer because they’re new and scared. But then there’s you. You come in like a flash of lightning, moving through the crowd to the DJ, touching everyone. When the bass drops on the Ritual Track, the bubble explodes. Then suddenly this silly party life stupor is upon everyone. You brought the mind rain and you’re changing lives. And I’m still drinking.

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