Note: I guess you could say this is all metaphor-ish. I feel like this
around certain people. Y'know..you can never be a slob when they're around;
relax.
Swish, flick, soar.
Their eager eyes caught a blur of scarlet.
Applause. They wanted more.
Sweat trickled.
Fast wrist movement soon saw it removed.
Must be beautiful, forever perfect.
Swish, flick, soar.
Boredom shone out of their eyes.
Echoes of sighs. Have to give them more.
'Unique' is expected.
Can't ever be the same.
No similarities allowed in this game.
Swish, flick, soar .
It's slow now, limp.
The scarlet is no longer a blur.
She's crumbling.
The string of the mask is slipping.
She'll be naked under the light soon.
Swish, flick..?
Ribbon falls to the floor, a mask follows.
Can't do it she tells us.