Marilyn had gotten lost more times than she could count, this place, she decided wasn't anything like the home she'd grown up with. The sky was blinding, the sun wasn't laughing, the street lamps didn't yell. Everything was much, much too quiet for her liking. Even if there were pockets of silence in her life, and more often than not the quiet spoke louder than any noise. It was the hush of the crowd when her pale ankle shone under the stage lights tantalizing and vivid against the curtain. It was in the way her lone voice echoed back to her. It was in her parents silent looks before they'd told her about the open position at the palace. The thoughts swirled into a technicolor nightmare of words and feelings, her lips pouted, pursed against the rim of a glass. Still dolled up from her show she sat at the bar and tried to smile. "Some night huh?"
