I was sitting on a loveseat in the theater, waiting for the show to start. I had traveled 11.6 miles just to see some woman who dress herself up for a bunch of other men as well. I had no intention trying to talk to her. I go to these kinds of events all the time, don't I? What could be different? What would be the reason this show is different from the others?
I had taken out a cigarette and a lighter, and lit it like it was nothing. I began to take a few light puffs than had decided to inhale. I just breathed it off like it was no big deal for me. I had done it so many times, that it was almost a routine.
Finally, the lights had dimmed. Cigarette smoke had started to fill the room. The stage light turned on and painted the stage a bright yellow. I had seen a woman walk on stage from the wings. I wonder what she had been doing before that. Was she worrying about how her hair looked, and how her makeup turned out? I do not understand women with their looks mixed with their personalities.
She brought herself towards the microphone and started to sing a tune, just as any flapper would. She started to sing, but it wasn't anything different. It was a smooth, girly voice. I was not shocked or surprised about her voice.
I kept on smoking and watching her.
I finally got a perfect look at her face. She had curly blonde hair with green eyes. Those lips, they were perfectly lined. That nose, it was perfectly contoured. Those eyes, perfect mascara put on her beautiful long lashes.
Am I falling in love with a flapper?
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RomanceA young man goes to a show he has traveled 11.6 miles to see. He had expected the same thing, sees a flapper while smoking a cigar, and then leaving. However, this time he falls in a deep love with the flapper, but she has something she has been doi...
