The Hoes Hella Unfaithful...Just Listen
"we would sit up here and listen to the music, and cuddle.
when the band played our special song, we'd dance.
every time i come up here, i can almost see the crowds and the band, and sometimes, i can feel charlie by my side."
tricia's brow furrowed. there was something wrong, but she could put her finger on it (obviously). being a performer, she'd often worked places where the crowd was small. often, the patrons would grow silent to listen to the performer. nothing from the other side of the curtain other than the mystery speaker. her musings were interrupted, as the curtain suddenly parted and she was blinded by white hot lights.
margaret's nasal bleat let them know that she wasn't enjoying the physics of their creation one bit. she tried to listen to the workings of the device, trying to perceive some clue as to when it would strike. but each and every time, it caught her unaware. soon, maggie's face under the blindfold was damp with tears. the excessive moisture did nothing to loosen the hold of the tape smothering her lower face. stanley turned out the light, though their prisoner wouldn't know it. even if they were soon to be millionaires, there was no need to waste electricity.