It's filled to bursting. I try to prop it up as she rummages around.
Out comes a little black scrap of something.
She stuffs it in her mouth so she can wrestle the bag closed with both hands.
Spitting the lace back into her hand, she hands back the bag.
"It's my dance bag. I wanna do amateur hour and I'm not wearing panties."
With a shrug, she turns and disappears into the crowd.
(Amateur Hour. Sinferno. June 3rd, 2012)