Judgmental

The voice of a soloist and the melody of his acoustic guitar fills the night and sets the mood. The chatters from patrons and synchronised clinking of their glasses play percussion to the finely tuned music. Seated on a high stool by a pillar in full view of the crowd, swaying in appreciation to the sound of music. Quietly absorbing the atmosphere and releasing the aura of serenity whilst twirling long strands of her hair around her fingers. Then letting them fall into locks of curls blending into her already wavy hair. Thinking to herself that this might just be her new chill out lounge if she were in the mood for some alcholic beverages. Occasionally scanning the audiences of that night's acoustic gig she smiles to herself thinking how proper the people were. There was a couple sat at a table to the right, in front of her. The gentleman a Caucasian and his partner a tanned Asian lady. The scenario of this couple made her wonder that as much as the world and lives of people may seem perfect or happy, there are secrets and things that happen beneath all that charade. A bystander she played, observing from the side lines and naturally making presumptions of how these individuals might be living their lives. Word;Judgmental.