Christina Duncan 25 y/o

Age: 25
Occupation: Hair-dresser
Appearal: Strapless dress, red.
Favorite song: Death Cab for Cutie - Transatlanticism

This is what she loved most, dancing that is.
Shuffling around to beat-two-three-four music.
A million people on the floor, dancing.
Two million unfinished drinks guarded by the rest
looking in. One disolving pill.
Her clothes were covered with holes to her innards,
a blue and red and green light penetrating them.
Pushing in fingers, two-three-four.

Someone was holding rope, pulling them together.
As they were to tired to kiss or smile.

She wouldn't go home tonight.

Before falling asleep, Christina thought:
This is what life should be.