Throwback.

There was no need to feel bad. She always had a good time. She was always looking for the next good time. She was never sad, she knew what she was getting into. She knew what they did for a living and it didn't phase her. She was ok with the once a year thing. It gave her a chance to fall in love more than once. People didn't understand. They didn't understand that it was the music that made her feel this way. It was the outer body experience they seemed to have every time they were on stage. She fell hard for boys who craved attention and applause. She craved the five minutes he had to spare for her. She craved the asking to stay until they loaded the van. She craved the one question that mattered, "Where are you staying tonight?"