Into Lina's Mind

Lina took one long stride after another into the middle of the stage. Into the middle of an entropic mess. Music blared over the sound system, DJ White Noise was throwing down. Roaring cheers emanated from the ungulating mass in the confined space. All eyes were focused on the lone figure in the middle of the stage.

Lina took a deep breath to steady her nerves. Her nerves only settled down as much as her restricting corset would allow her to breath.

“You guys ready for a show!” she yelled into her microphone. The crowd erupted. “I said, are you ready for a show!” Roars from the throng were deafening.

The girl skipped across the stage. Her feet ached in their tight confines. She just wanted to be at home in her pink fuzzy bunny slippers, not in the middle of the stage in black thigh high leather boots. No price would be to great for her to pay to get off that stage.

“I don’t think you guys are ready!” her booming voice echoed over the speakers. The crowd boiled over. Cat calls rang out from veterans of the show, they knew what was going to happen next.

Lina jumped up and down clapping her hands giddy laughter escaped from her lips. Her short plaid school girl skirt flapped with her movement exposing her long legs and beyond. She closed her eyes as she jumped, time slowed down to a standstill, and she was mentally transported back home. No loud music. No groping eyes. Only peace and quiet. Wrapped up in a heavy blanket in front of the fireplace with a literary classic in her hands.