She didn't look at boys as pals anymore, though therewere a few boys that were simply friends, she analyzed them andwondered whether or not they would...make good boyfriends.Had she not altered her life on Wednesday, these changes would not havetaken such root in Erin's psyche. Indeed, she would probably be agender-confused wreck if she hadn't made the mistakes she made two daysbefore. It was now a blessing in disguise that she had simply gone withthe flow of things and embraced the side of her. She must have been between paydays, because normally she turned him down when he tried to buy for her. He leaned on the mezzanine railing and watched the dance floor, a seething mass of black. It was the saddest thing he'd ever seen. How could things have gotten this bad? "Look at these people," he said. "No style, no originality, no creativity; why do they even show up?" Hey?" said Hannah, gesturing to her own outfit. Andrew looked her up and down and sneered. "Well what are you doing that's. Thirty minutes later we were parked and walking into the arena. It was all ready growing with people. Jess had brought ground level ticket, standing room only. She wanted to be in the thick of the action and feel the crowd.It was as good as I hoped. The band was good and the crowd was getting whipped up into a frenzy. Jess and I were dancing to everything. It was sold out and people were packing in tight. It was so hot with people so close. I was getting off on bumping into all the people. “You think you could change back into a pterodactyl at will?”“Why would I want to?” Murielle still wanted to know. “I liked being able to fly, and I really liked being the biggest baddy around, but I don’t really think I have a choice as to what form I have.”“I guess we’re just lucky you rejuvenated as my sister after you jumped on that dumb pyre you built for me, huh?” Miranda chided her sister.“How do you know I jumped onto that burning tree?” Murielle asked, trying to decide whether to act.