Who Wears Short Shorts?

"C'mon Dominique, let's dance!" and off she went. Or rather, off they went. Once K started to dance, they all started to dance. I never danced. I was always the audience. I laughed and sang and rocked back and forth to the beat, but I never really danced.

After the rap CD was done, the radio was played for a while. More dancing, more singing. I'm not too big on Lil' Kim, but I know her part anyway. The shorts were pulled out of the shopping bag. I grabbed my pair and put them on.

They were short. They were shorter than I was used to. Who cares? Not I, I replied silently to the tiny voice in my ear. We walked out of the apartment and displayed our feminity to the world. The rocker chick, the songbird, the pop star, the rapper. There were the four of us, the embodiment of the one song we could all agree on to let repeat more than twice when played from the CD.

If it were indeed a sisterhood, then we shall gather soon someday and play our song.