I've had one of my pretensions again, caused by this music I'm recently hooked on.

Do you wanna know how it went in my head?

Of course that world was far better. By better I mean, you were there and you actually talked to me. By better I also mean I looked like the ideal person I dreamt myself to be; prettier and had a good body that could rock any outfit. By better I mean, things ended the way I actually wanted them to be.

By this time I'm wearing a flashy black dress. It was tight, and accentuated my curves which are absent in the real world.
I'm wearing average heels with a height enough to not let me trip.

I'm holding a drink in one hand. A purse in the other. I'd say whiskey, the strong kind, because in the real world I don't even drink and just secretly hoped to get wasted.

I'm in a disco club, or bar, whatever fits a night out and party situation. Also one of the places I don't go to in real life.

In this world it's late, and in the real world I should probably be getting home, but no.
It's still early to leave for 11 in the evening, and the night's magic is just starting to dawn on everyone else.
I'm tipsy, and in need of someone to talk to. No not anyone, I mean. ...