lisa’s night out (wip / early version / early draft / etc)
this was it. this was it. ok. ok. ok. inhale. exhale. finally! she’d dreamt of going to the dance for so long and, finally, it was here. the time was now, the moment had arrived. the dance! glorious, glorious dance! she stood there, resplendent in her borrowed evening gown, her heart beating faster than it had ever beaten before. she felt as if she was on the edge of greatness, the cusp of something wonderful, and then she walked inside. oh my. the lights! the chandeliers! the fussy architectural details! so many pretty boys, so many handsome girls, all dancing, dancing, dancing the night away!
she made a beeline for the dancefloor, and she stood at the side, hoping that someone would notice her and sweep her off her feet and lead her by the hand into the middle of all the dancers and make her feel things she’d never felt before. oh, that would be wonderful, wouldn’t it? and that’s exactly what happened, too! well, kind of.
someone swept her off her feet, alright, but it wasn’t figuratively. and someone did lead her by the hand, but it was more like dragging. and someone did make her feel things she’d never felt before, sure, but those things were things she’d be happy to never have felt. ever.
but then again, with the state she’s in now, i don’t think she’d be able to wish—or do anything—anyway, so i don’t know about that last one.



