the one that was dark in the corner was watching the stage. we danced near him, James Dean-young and unperturbed. On the set break, the blond Britney Spears of country went to him. they embraced. after the mechanical bull riding was over, they stayed, I returned to the corner. There he was, still, with his eyes facing forward. The speaker blocked the view to the stage. the band played. A crazy girl, hyped up, did push-ups on the dirty dance floor, part of another bachelorette. The bride came over and straddled her face as she knelt staring blankly into the spandex-covered pubes. James smirked to himself. he leaned back and grew darker while the other men danced and howled.














