The girl was weaving through the crowd. Her bright green tutu glowed against the black backdrop of concert lighting. She was magical, the little nymph thrashing around to the pop music was surprising and yet she didn't look out of place. She had rainbow thigh-highs, long girly dreads, and beautiful half-sleeve tattoos. I wanted to be as free as she looked. And then the lights came up, the music gone and she was no where to be found.