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I want to be able to go to a party. Not a lame highschool party, but a sophisticated party. One where I can wear a fitted, green silk, strapless dress and sit in the corner watching everyone as I sip at my martini. I want people to wonder about the beautifully mysterious girl in the corner who manages to look so seductive as the cool, alcohol glides down my throat. As I grasp the slender stem in such a manner you'd think I'd want to have my way with it. I want to have people be blown away with me, and be mesmerized with my every action. I want confidence to radiate from porcelain skin. People to quietly mumble about me, not badly, but out of wonderment. The most handsome man in the room to whisper sweet, nothings in my ear. Feeding me the same used up compliments, yet believing them all the same. Having my consciece tell me to be polite, yet reluctantly decline his offer when he invites me back to his penthouse. Remaining in the corner of the room, slowly moving to the balcony and sitting under the stars, to never leave my paradise.
One night out of a black-and-white movie.
Perfect.