Saturday nights is like a theater if you just take a step back and watch the transformations happen. Young girls that started out in front of mirrors getting ready and pretty, dressing up and going out into the neon spattered darkness. They dance and drink and laugh before you meet them again on the way back home, their hair tousled, make up smudged, eyes wandering and you think in the quiet: when is it all too late? Not tonight but for good, not for them but for yourself. You look at them and you see time passing faster and faster before your eyes, until you reach that point in your life when all your choices are already made.
And it's time to wake up.