#9
The masks came in extraordinary colors. The most common were purple, blue and green. Green was supposedly banned here altogether, though a few sought after
its’ beauty anyway. The colors didn’t help to dull their ivory complexions, though it
didn’t help to luminate their already perfect look either.
They danced to the sounds of the beautiful orchestra, slowly at first but picking up
tempo later in the night. The smell of alcohol could be picked up from both the male and
females breath, also increasing in volume throughout the languid night. Their shouts of
joy rose over the music. Others chose to sit on a chair on the side, as to not upset their
already burdensome stomaches. It was indeed too much for most to handle, though it was
elementary to others.
This was the night of the emergence of the next year...century...millenium. Who
would be crazy enough to remain in bed while hearing shouts of joy and panic intertwined
in the streets? Little children, though warned to remain in the house while the events were
to enfold, often ran into the streets without any unease. This would be the last millenium
they would be around for...why bother to miss it through some superficiality?
Walking admist the drunk couples, he realized that it indeed was an awful way to
celebrate the upcoming “joyous” times. Stepping out the heavily guarded door, he walked
along the street smoking rapidly on his stale cigarette. He really should’ve bought a new
pack before the stores closed. While regretting his decision to leave the party, he was also
overcome by his new found independence on the eve of a new life. It surely would be
signs of better times to come...wouldn’t it?
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