A/N: So, this was done as an exercise for my Writing Group. Take a secondary character, and write a piece for them in twenty minutes. I chose Columbia, from Rocky Horror Picture Show, though I decided to go into a bit of made-up backstory for her.
And this is what showed up. I rather like it, but would love some constructive criticism. Enjoy!
The tap shoes hangs over the corner of my bed. Taunting. Heel. Toe. The motorbike engine roars past my window. Again. My heart speeds up. But the tap shoes are still swaying, and my mind falls easily into the beat. Heel toe heel toe... Time. I need more time. How long is he going to wait? I thought that not showing would be the best way. I'm frozen to the bed. If I close the window, he'll know I've gone. But I haven't. I can't chose between open window or closed door, dance or dream. The motorbike revves it's engine, and I closed my eyes. I need more time. More time. More time. Heel toe heel toe heeltoetoetoetoe. A flash underneath closed lids. A stage. A spotlight. Just for me. My eyes shoot open. No. No daydreaming. I have to decide. Dance or dream. Door or window. A boy, a way out, a great ride to somewhere unknown. Or a change, just a slim chance. Those shoes, still swaying from the perch I had left them on. Heel, toe, spin, stomp. A groan. I'm not ready. I can't move. I am wasting the moment. I can't afford to. Above my bed hangs a poster. Staring into the boy's eyes, wishing he were the one waiting outside for me. Then this decision would be already made. But love doesn't happen so easily, so often. Love takes time. Everything takes time. Something I don't have much of. Licking my lips, I let my eyes close. The engine that was supposed to carry me away tonight roared past my window for the last time. I let it. I would let it go. I would let time carry the moment away. Like I was so prone to doing. And the daydream came back. A strange little tune, words just out of reach. A dream on a beautiful bike. A sequined suit. Heel toe heel toe heel spin stomp.