Kristy

she stood there mute and graceful in a dark room filled with chaotic energy. lights flashed left and right playing along with the thunderous symphony constructed by the musical ensemble. the flashes gleamed around her and flashed more like that of an old hollywood premiere as if it were subtly constructing her as the starlet of the moment. her cropped houndstooth coat pushed and crunched her straight raven black hair up. it makes her bangs more noticeable and suddenly, her brown eyes roll around. left, right, and it's hard but to follow them. it's transfixing. the gaze then turns and so does her petite body. she turns as if she reached the end of the runway and was closing a chanel show; about to have a glass of san pellegrino with karl. she walks outside and entertains her palate with a cigarette. she waits for the crisp autumn wind to carry her along.