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Post by Harakiri Umi on Feb 3, 2008 10:18:09 GMT -5
Sitting in one of the padded chairs, feeling intoxicated on the music and the people around her, a half empty cola on the table, a plate of chips, that were still steaming, watching some wannabe singing a western song, by Britney Spears, or was it Madonna? Anyway, it wasn't very impressive.
Coughing as a linger of smoke sneaked into her mouth, and looking up to see a man standing there, chatting to a girl much younger then him. She sighed, and lifted a chip to her mouth. Lucky little thing, that girl. All blonde and pretty, cute, blue eyed. Beautiful, really. And the singer got away with having a bad voice becuase she was 'sexy' and all.
Of course, this particular girl, if she sang like that girl did, she'd be laughed at. Well, if you looked like a guy, you would get laughed at if you sounded like a girl. Shoving her hands in the pockets of her baggy jeans, her hood on her head falling down. In all the colour, this girl, or boy, depending on if you knew her or not, looked quite dull. But she was far from dull, or boring.
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