I didn’t know there was a bar on campus. That was weird, right? I had never heard of a university that sponsored drinking. I guessed they were like the “cool parents” that host parties at their homes, thinking it was better that kids drank in a controlled space. The more I thought, the more it made sense. Maybe this could be the event to replenish me.
The sun was setting after my last class. I caught my reflection in the glass exterior of a nearby building. Gross. I didn’t look ready to go out at all. Would it be weird to go alone? Did I even have the charisma to trick a room of people into believing that I belonged in the crowd? I shook myself back to my senses. It was just a concert. I had flown solo before. I could do just fine if I focused on the music.
Back at my dorm, I tore through my wardrobe. I wanted to project a non-pretentious sexiness, maybe highlight my body’s. I chose an emerald velvet corset top with thick boning in the front and a chunky silver zipper in back, some high-waisted cigarette pants, and chunky black heels. I ran a brush through my hair and applied a dash of sparkly eyeshadow.