It was a funny little tune; a tiny melody her mother taught her when she was very young. It only encompassed four little notes, sung for a few lines, but it alwayys reminded Lorelei of better times. It spoke of warm sunsets on Killieny beach, fresh mint ice-cream, and her father's musk cologne.
Lorelei needed that comfort now. Her cheek twinged again, the newly formed bruise not going away any time soon. The pain would replace that niggling doubt in the back of her mind, that soft-spoken warning that her life wasn't exactly what she had wanted. The brunette sighed, and pulled a small silver compact back out of her purse. With well-manicured fingers, she pulled the powder-puff out and and gently dabbed at the slight discoloration. Out of sight, out of mind, right?"
While trying to fix the embarrassing mark, she was made aware of another tune floating in the air. It was light and airy, singing sweet promises and miracles. Curious, she stuffed the makeup back in her trench coat, and slowly made her way to the front of the large crowd. They were all so ecstatic, so happy, but Lorelei couldn't place why. All she was a musician in the front, playing that echoing song. He was handsome, yes, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Maybe people are just more sensitive today, she thought.