The bass made her feet tickle. That's why she loved this life. Not because of her fans, or the money, or the fame; she just loved how the bass tickled her feet. Before, nothing excited her; sure she was interested in some things but nothing ignites the fire in her soul. She want passionate about anything, she didn't want to fight for anything, she didn't have a purpose. Then there was the party. The party that changed her life; the party where she demolished her shell and was whipping her hair, waving her hands, grinding on anyone who was around her. The party where she threw her head back and laughed with her gut because the bass had tickled her bare feet. Earphones in her ears, she walked down the street, her head nodding to the beat. She was at peace. Peace through her feet.
