Grounded ● Sienna Wilson // ON HOLD

'Hi!' I yell over the loud music.

'What song?' He asks, turning to his computer and looking through his music files.

'Black Beatles!' I reply happily.

He looks up at me, 'what did you say?'

I lean in closer until he can feel my breath against his neck, 'Black Be-' Suddenly, my foot slips before I know it, I'm falling. My glass tips and I lose its grip, it smashes against the computer and the screen smashes loudly. My fizzy lemonade splashes all over the speakers and they give a loud whine before going completely silent.

Everyone turns our way.

I lie in the floor, my skirt nearly touching my head. My pants are being flashed in front if around 4000 people now, my lemonade has splashed all over me, my hair is soaking and my makeup is running. I'm sprawled across the floor, everyone staring.

Somebody, kill me now.