Pressure

The pressure was setting in, and I could see her out of the corner of my right eye. She was in the right corner of the first row. She was dancing to the music that we played, and singing every single word right that slipped out of Matt Sander’s mouth. Her hips moved to the rhythm of the drums, but her body moved with the guitar’s and the way they sent tingles throughout her body....

for my buddy cindy (:
i hope you like it when it's done.