Lucy

Marilynn wandered through the empty parking lot. Everybody had left, the concert was over, the ampitheater deserted. She waited for her mom Mona to pick her up. The concert had ended earlier then Marilynn and Mona had expected, so Marilynn wandered around, careful to avoid the police officers. She heard an unusual, strange noise, getting louder and louder. She turned around and had no time to react. The golf cart squealed to a halt, three inches from running her over. She looked at the driver. She didn't say anything, but meerly stepped aside. He looked at her with a questioning look.
"Aren't you going to scream or something?"
"Why? You have enough girls screaming after you anyway. You don't need another."
"Well, I 'preciate it. You get used to it after a while. Why're you still here wandering around by yourself?"
"The concert ended sooner than my mom and I planned, so I'm waiting for her."
"Why don't you call her?"
"I tried, but she's out running errands."
"What time did you think it was going to end at?"
"Ten, ten thirty. Closer to ten thirty."
" "It's only nine thirty now. Want to hop on? We could cruise around for an hour. Give you a backstage tour."
"Okay. I'd like that." She went around the front of the cart and got in the passenger seat. He stepped on the gas, and the cart sped off.
"Where should we go first?" He asked loudly.
"Wherever you want. You know the grounds better than I do." She answered.
"Alright." He gave the cart more gas. "Hold on!" Marilynn grabbed on to the seat as he turned the wheel sharply to the left, around a corner. He slowed down a little, and went down a narrow ramp faster than he should have been. Gradually he slowed, turned right through a doorway. He came to a complete stop.
"So? Where are we?"
"Underneath the ampitheater. Welcome backstage. By the way- what's your name?"
"Marilynn Bell." He parked the cart.
"This way."

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