Let me set the scene, it’s a balmy night in Copenhagen, the empty streets are filled with the sound of our feet hitting the pavement, reverberating off the buildings, rippling through the air like a pebble dropped into a deep pond. The time is 9 p.m., to be exact, and Kathryn and I are in search of something to pique our interest. Kathryn and I have been acquaintances since the age of 8 when we met performing in musical theatre. She was kind, outgoing, and wore a yellow raincoat to practice everyday, even though it never actually rained. I was quiet, timid, and my clothing consisted of a variety of sweat pants and dance clothes. Years later we became best friends during our first year of high school. This friendship was cemented by our mutual disdain for our reserved, racist, and haughty school paired with the fact that we were both struggling in algebra. We would sit in the very back of the …show more content…
Still, our singing was only a slight addition to the cacophony that pervaded this classroom as students chatted, possibly tried to learn, and our friend David and the ever annoying Levi, argued about some inane topic, ending with an attempt to fight each other with scissors, causing me to turn into my mother and strictly and coldly admonish them for their …show more content…
Within this small space there are about three tables with an assortment of seating and a makeshift stage, which is only distinguishable from the rest of the floor because the musicians are standing there. I sit minding my own business. As Kathryn returns triumphant with her glass of water. We begin to discuss the importance of whether or not mermaids would use some form of cleanser to clean/maintain their hair. My stance is yes, whether you’re in water or not you need to groom yourself. Kathryn’s response is a hard no. I need not tell you this, but we are very mature 20 something year