cyanidebaby

I am in a high-tech cinema, with lots of bright neon lights. I am sitting with a crowd of people in the lobby, we are on white fold-up chairs trying to watch a film. The problem is, Jesse Eisenberg is sitting on the chair next to me making annoying comments, so I ring my mum and tell her that I'm going to stay for the 7:30pm showing in the more private cinema. I see an image in the back of my mind of driving back home in the dark, and though I have apprehensive thoughts of this being too dangerous, I still decide to stay.