Room 401, Monday evening
Agnes spent all afternoon and evening listening to her new CDs, on her brand-new CD player that she bought last Wednesday. Jack Off Jill, and Garbage, and all sorts of other bands fronted by loud and angry girls. Eventually, she started singing along. Not too long after, she turned the volume up.
She discovered that it was IMPOSSIBLE to dance properly -- at least, the kind of dancing this music demanded -- while wearing a hat that was fixed so firmly to her head. She'd never really liked the hat anyway -- it made her look sort of like an upside-down ice cream cone, after all. So, off it went, and her hair -- her INCREDIBLE hair -- was set free to fly around as she danced. She felt like she ought to be jumping on the bed, but she was too worried she'd break it.
She'd need some new dresses, too. There had to be some happy medium between the plain drab black and Diamanda's gaudy lace and silver bangles, right? She'd find something.
It also occurred to her that after yesterday, she'd NEVER be able to convince Toby she wasn't a lesbian. She wasn't much sure she cared.
[Door and post are open, and music is loud]
She discovered that it was IMPOSSIBLE to dance properly -- at least, the kind of dancing this music demanded -- while wearing a hat that was fixed so firmly to her head. She'd never really liked the hat anyway -- it made her look sort of like an upside-down ice cream cone, after all. So, off it went, and her hair -- her INCREDIBLE hair -- was set free to fly around as she danced. She felt like she ought to be jumping on the bed, but she was too worried she'd break it.
She'd need some new dresses, too. There had to be some happy medium between the plain drab black and Diamanda's gaudy lace and silver bangles, right? She'd find something.
It also occurred to her that after yesterday, she'd NEVER be able to convince Toby she wasn't a lesbian. She wasn't much sure she cared.
[Door and post are open, and music is loud]