Ink and Paper
When she comes around, all of the boys bring their pictures to be signed. Five seconds, and they come back with red marker on her black and white breast.
She meets their eyes most days, smiling; every week, the number seems to increase by ten until they're a teeming throng. Before, she could remember names.
An image flashes before her eyes, unapproved by her management. She smiled awkwardly up from a dress that doesn't suit her, eyes flashing. There is danger in her smile, even back then.
She looks up to meet the eyes of an old friend.
"Hey, Ralph."