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Expect Anything Less
Prologue
Some time into the future:
I am on a high. Not the kind you get from drugs, no, this high was the kind of high you get when your weight is 103 pounds and you've had four straight shots of tequila. Oh yes, I am on a huge high.
I'm not quite sure where I am. There's people below me so I think I'm on top of a bar. I'm dancing. People are cheering, hooping, and hollering. My shirt might or might not be on. I can feel the beat of the music flowing through my hips as I move, the drum pounds through the floor and I just dance and dance and dance. Nothing can stop me. Nothing can slow me down.
In the distance, I hear the door open and slam shut. I open my eyes, afraid of who could have possibly just entered and my worst nightmare has come true.
He walks over to in front of me and holds out his hand. I take it and hop down from the bar. He just looks at me like he doesn't even recognize who I am.
Suddenly, I feel tears slowly come to my eyes as I say, "I'm sorry."
I am on a high. Not the kind you get from drugs, no, this high was the kind of high you get when your weight is 103 pounds and you've had four straight shots of tequila. Oh yes, I am on a huge high.
I'm not quite sure where I am. There's people below me so I think I'm on top of a bar. I'm dancing. People are cheering, hooping, and hollering. My shirt might or might not be on. I can feel the beat of the music flowing through my hips as I move, the drum pounds through the floor and I just dance and dance and dance. Nothing can stop me. Nothing can slow me down.
In the distance, I hear the door open and slam shut. I open my eyes, afraid of who could have possibly just entered and my worst nightmare has come true.
He walks over to in front of me and holds out his hand. I take it and hop down from the bar. He just looks at me like he doesn't even recognize who I am.
Suddenly, I feel tears slowly come to my eyes as I say, "I'm sorry."