The crowd cheered a music changed to “Edge of Seventeen” by Stevie Nicks. A woman in a light pink dress stepped on the stage. Her shoes were not as high as the others, but rather small simple pink flats. She was already six feet, like the other women on stage, so she did not want for height. Her skin was white, almost alabaster, and so was her hair. She was older than Matty, even older than Dean at the bar, but she was a firecracker. She swayed her hips to her song, and then took up the mic as the song reached its ending. “I’m Carmen,” she reintroduced herself. “A Virgo with my rising sign in Cancer. I need to keep my head on straight, but still need to devour the moon in order to feel beautiful.”
She added a few more things, most of which were drowned out by the crowd, and then she hande
