Keypad:
She banged her head on the keypad, unsure how to respond to the message her friend (ex?) had sent to her. She held back tears. This is hard, she thought. Really hard. But worth it, perhaps.

Balcony:
She looked over the edge of the balcony, felt the wind of the summer evening stir her hair, grasped the wrought iron blocking her from falling, about to jump over, before turning around and walking back to the party.

Pose:
It was uncomfortable, walking around all day, pretending to be something you're not, having to pose all the time. He hated this falsity, yet he couldn't resist.