Sunday, February 28, 2010

(Volterra as Maddy) 10 dollar pair of jeans and a ball

Wearing a ten dollar pair of jeans from Wal-Mart decorated with some glitter and pink flower patches, with a light pink shirt and her blond hair down in curly pick tails tied by pink ribbons, Madison Harper looked more like a ten year old than the full twenty three and a half years that she was. She danced around the bathroom of fancy restaurant in Florence, Italy that was far too costly for the likes of her poor college student pocket, singing to Mandy Moore’s Candy in her hairbrush while the music pumped out from her I phone into her ears.

“Maddy, that song is so old school! I can’t believe you still listen to it!” Her roommate Tilly announced coming out of a stall and flipping her blond hair.

“It’s not that old school. Mandy Moore is only a few years older than we are.” Maddy said offended.

“Oh don’t look so hurt. You know I loved Mandy Moore and Britney Spears and Nysnc as much as everyone else did.” Tilly admitted.

“Yes and I remember you in the front row of a Nysnc concert fainting when Justin touched your hand.” She rolled her eyes.

“I was a kid then.”

“Uh-uh a sweet, perfect…”

“Whatever. Come on, let’s get out of here, before they figure out that we’re still here when we shouldn’t be.”

“Wasn’t my fault I had to use the toilet.”

“You drank too much wine, that’s why you had to use the toilet.”

“Do you always go into a bathroom, and dance and chat?” A tall, beautiful very pale woman with unsettling strange eyes, said coming out of the bathroom. Tilly and Maddy both turned around and stared at her.

“Yep. That’s us the two weirdos from America. I’m Maddy, that’s Tilly. “We’re here as exchange students at Polimoda.*”

“The fashion school?” The woman asked.

“Yes, you know of it?”

“Who doesn’t know of it?”

“Um yes very true.”

“Have you been in Italy long?” The tall woman asked gently.

“Oh yes, all summer, our term is up soon though. We don’t want to go back.”

“Well, there is going to be a grand party tomorrow night in Volterra. Do you think the two of you can come? We’d be delighted to have you.”

“A party? Will there be cute Italian Boys?” Tilly asked. The woman threw back her head and laughed a silvery laugh that echoed around the bathroom.

“Plenty and all in mask. It’s a masquerade ball you see. Here is the address and my number should you get lost.” Sofia said.

“Sofia, I like that name, it’s very beautiful.”

“Thank you, I can’t wait to see you there. Ciao!

(OOC: * Polimoda is a fashion design school in Florence Italy.

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