//Let me curl your hair, the way the natives would. Let me paint your face, the way society pins as beautiful\\ Louisa or Lu for short, can't help but feel like she is the sun revolving the Earth. Like nothing would be so alive and vivid with color if it weren't for her and "Bambi" the Ukulele that seems to withhold the world's greatest, darkest deepest secrets. When the chance to run shows itself, She Is more than glad to take it. But at what cost?All Rights Reserved