Indefinite Girl

"In a sea of the rushing, rushing chaos that backstage was made of, was one little girl dressed in white.

She had dressed carefully, in a small white dress that slipped across her body, the loose fabric bundled up against her tiny hips, a type of dress that would barely cover her legs as she sat, provocative as that small stretch of milky white skin filtered beneath her dress.

She let out a slight breath before turning away.

The chaotic rhythm that backstage was creating suddenly merged into one single pulsating beat. A single, steady throb that came from his heart, a painful rhythm that shot through his body, a slow creeping pain that clutched at him, his breathing forced, energy draining as he tried desperately to contain his breath into one swift movement:

out.

In one sudden moment, he stopped."