There is an underlying depth to the girl that likes to dance underneath twinkling lights. She looks so elegant but her insides begin to rot when the day starts to bleed into the night. She carefully constructs a facade that her awestruck audience always buys. You believe she knows of empathy because she is the orchestra of emotion when she cries. She is a mysterious socialite of such high and fragile status. Her patrons are unaware that her mind’s content is both vulgar and tasteless.