http://ana-pascal.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
ana-pascal.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
milliways_bar2008-01-18 06:36 pm
ana-pascal.livejournal.com) wrote in milliways_bar2008-01-18 06:36 pm
Entry tags:
broadway goes brutal: opening act.
When she comes in-- head bopping, eyes closed, mouthing words beneath her breath-- she isn't entirely paying attention to where she is until she bumps into one of the passing (the one she privately refers to as Jellybean because of the shape of one of its splotches) waitrats.
She swings her head around and opens her eyes wide. Tugging the earpiece of the headphones away (music pouring from the overly outdated Walkman) to listen to the sounds of the bar.
There is singing around here. Why? It occurs to her that it might be one of those things that the bar is known for (didn't eat anything, so what the he--)--and she can't help herself. She holds her head up high, singing as she continues on her way to a booth, "And I am sorry. I am not a maiden fair. And I am not a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere."
She swings her head around and opens her eyes wide. Tugging the earpiece of the headphones away (music pouring from the overly outdated Walkman) to listen to the sounds of the bar.
There is singing around here. Why? It occurs to her that it might be one of those things that the bar is known for (didn't eat anything, so what the he--)--and she can't help herself. She holds her head up high, singing as she continues on her way to a booth, "And I am sorry. I am not a maiden fair. And I am not a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere."