Lobby Letdown - f4s - 26
It was a Friday night. I was the only one walking out of the last showing of Martha Marcy May Marlene. You were playing quietly in the lobby. You were just my type; delicate, yet upbeat. With a voice just sweet enough not to be off-putting, and barely fit for song. It was silent, if not for you and the laughter of three girls in the courtyard, just outside the glass doors. I held a coffee cup of cold tea and tried to recognize you by the exit. No match. I moved over near the trashcan, I heard you say something about twirling my smoke around your little finger. I don’t smoke, but it’s okay that you said that, we haven’t gotten to know each other yet. No match by the trashcan either. I looked around for an employee to find out if maybe the theater used satellite radio so that I could find out your name that way, but even the ticket booth was empty by that time of night. I stood still and listened to you, thinking of how odd it was that we both just happened to be in Glendale at the same time. Then, you were gone. I went home and typed the words I heard you say into a reliable search engine, like I do when I’m really interested in something. Still no leads. The greater public may not be ready to take you in, but I am. I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I want what I heard that night as well as everything else you’ve got to give.
Location: Always near a device that plays music. ALWAYS.
It IS okay to contact me through paranormal experience.
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