When The Music Is Over, She Keeps

She Is The Elephant’s Eyebrows,” Evie Whispered Appreciatively. “those Jewels! How Her Neck Must Ache.” “that’s Why Bayer Makes Aspirin,” Mabel Whispered Back, And Evie Smiled, Knowing That Even A Socialist Wasn’t Immune To The Dazzle Of A Movie Star.

They See Her Differently Now, As Somebody. And Isn't That What Everyone Wants? To Be Seen?

When The Music Is Over, She Keeps Her Head Down Till She Finds Her Seat Again, And I Wonder How Many Times Each Day She Dies A Little.

Because You Can't Keep Up The Illusion Forever," I Say. "no One Has That Much Magic.

It's Always Darkest Before The Ultimate Sparkle.