the audience roared.
the little blond girl danced out of the spotlight, off the stage, through
the side curtain, and fell into a large room with insulated walls and a
blue tile floor. she had never been there before. wow, breathed the girl,
it looks like an ocean, it looks as if im walking on water, tap dancing
on water. she slowly walked click click click click to
the center of the ITS SO QUIET room. the sound of her shiny white tap
shoes on the tile (water?) floor was sharp. her bare legs broke into
goosebumps below the short frilly dress. WHERES ALL THE PEOPLE? she
paused in the center of the room and looked behind her. nothing. NOTHING. no pictures on the walls. no
furniture. no smell of smoke or sounds or harsh laughter mixed in with
"fuck" "shit" and the occasional "nigga" noone. NO ONE.
comfortable silence. SILENCE. the little blond girl kicked off her shoes
and began to twirl slowly around like a doll in a music box or a barbie in yr hands. the floor disappeared and the walls were a continuous
blue of blue. she hated dancing. she liked this. DID THEY ALL LEAVE?
she stopped twirling and raised her hands to her face. with the back of
her right hand she wiped the bright pink lipstick off. along with it came
her smile. the little girl pulled the tight sequined white top off over
her head. DID THEY ALL DIE? and slipped down the frilly skirt and stepped
out of it. standing there, exposed, in a ripped and stained bra and
panties, the little girl slowly raised her hand to her head and pulled of
the blond wig revealing long, straight black hair. violently she threw
the wig to the floor, into the water. turning back to the curtain I HOPE
SO she slowly and surely walked back onstage amid claps and cheers. she
picked up the microphone and screamed and screamed and screamed.
"ill never give up the fight"
