Ticket To Ride

The heat of excitement fills my stomach while I sit in this theater, nestled warmly against the worn red cloth of the seat. Lighthearted banter encompasses my milieu. Jokes about the past day are being told while joviality is passed around like bread during Catholic mass.  The others in the audience form a soft, yet roaring ambience that fills space around me. People flow in from the left and the right entrances like water through a broken levee. Hundreds of people gather to this event to laugh and escape their worries even if it is for a brief moment. I look towards an entrance and notice a sea of mediocrity; familiar faces and strangers alike. Just when boredom is coursing through my body, I see this girl.

I then start a battle with my respiratory system for a single breathe for this stunningly poetic lady has become a thief. She has stolen my breathe away without the slightest hesitancy. Something tells me this isn't the first time she has committed this crime and in no way am I complaining. Her face full of modesty tell me that she really didn't mean to. She is shorter than your average bear.Her short, curly brown hair makes her extremely unique. One lone curl falls down the front of her face. Her eyes are a deep brown cache of eternal beauty. She has a bag slung over her shoulder and scarf loosely around her neck. She has a white long sleeved dress shirt with the cuffs rolled up to about midway up her forearms. The shirt is accompanied by dark blues jeans. 

She stands at the entrance while the people around her scamper to their seats. Scanning for her friend(s), she looks left and then right. I, still shocked at level of artistic perefection set before me, try to make it obvious that I'm looking not directly at her. I feel that I belong in a Looney Toons cartoon with my jaw dropped to the floor. While in a beauty induced coma, she has found her friend(s) and now has sat down. My mind begins to race and debate on if this was real. Was this statuesque young woman really in front of me or do my eyes play cruel tricks on me? I sit back in my seat, looking to the ceiling in befuddlement. I then wonder if she happened to see me. Before my thought can finish the lights go black and the show I came to see begins, but at this point, the show comes in second place because I just had my night made from this celestial being.