The first thing I noticed about her were the earrings. Huge and heavy. Gold bands. Shaped like teardrops but in multiple sizes that rotated and shimmered when she moved. Then I took in the hair: a masterful weave that I wouldn’t have recognized as a weave except it was both red and black. Her dress fit her like it was poured on gold paint. Shoes high enough to induce altitude sickness topped off the look. I was hypnotized by the sight of her even before she opened those perfect lips to sing. When she sang, I went away to a sonic universe where nothing on this earthly plane mattered at all.
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