all from a fever you can’t sweat out. some text may be nsfw. change pronouns as need.
she’s not bleeding on the ballroom floor just for the attention. that’s just ridiculously odd. she sure is gonna get it. have some composure. where is your posture? give me envy. give me malice. give me your attention. give me a break! when i say “shotgun”, you say “wedding”. they believe it from the tears. boys will be boys. this is screaming “photo op.” give us this day out daily dose of faux affliction. forgive our sins forged at the pulpit with forked tongues selling faux sermons. i am a new wave gospel. if you’re gonna preach, preach with conviction! strike up the band! don’t you get it? we sure are in for a show tonight! and i, for one, won’t stand for this. if this scene were a parish you’d all be condemned. what a beautiful wedding! what a shame the poor groom’s bride is a whore. haven’t you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?! it’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality. i mean technically our marriage is saved. well, this calls for a toast. pour the champagne. i’m of consenting age to be forgetting you in a cabaret. isn’t this exactly where you’d like me? i may have faked it. i wouldn’t be caught dead in this place. is it still me that makes you sweat? think of what you did. i hope to God he was worth it. i’ve got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck than any boy you’ll ever meet, sweetie you had me. girl, i was it. look past the sweat. let’s get these teen hearts beating. will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close? let’s not get selfish. i’m a narrator and this is just the prologue. swear to shake it up.