Dear miss. Lonesita

It ain't funny when there are none to laugh with you.
Hundred seats AtoZ rows, red carpet, red cushions.
Alone you sit in the middle of an empty theater. Dolby sounds screamin so loudly. Til the void atmosphere is hardly known.

She is there.
Dark long hair with her oriental eyes.
Sipping a new fresh coke she bought off the snack bar.
The movie's bout to start. Lights are off, drums of dolby starting their 'musical' noises.
She then Whispered... silently.
"Where the others? The Audience?"
"Am I alone?"

...Was she alone?

She dont care less. All she knows, the movie's bout to begin and heck she gonna missed it.

There she was..
Sittin' alone with her large coke and a packet of chewing gum. Eyes constantly focused on the Big Screen.
There she was laughing on every funny scenes, alone.
None there to laugh with her. To laugh at them, the actors.

I was there. You wudn't notice my existence for I am just a mini particle on this thin air circulating the theater. I was there just like a brother of mine, the silent wall. She knew nothing of us being there.

She kept on laughing scene by scene. She laughed when a chicken run slash chicken clown scene was shown. She stopped when no emotional expression was needed. She laughed and laughed cos she knew the movie's a comedy about love. You hear comedy, you laugh.

Yet her laughter seems all dry. Although she laughed out loud throughout the empty theater, she knew, she's alone. None there to laugh with her. Her laughter began to feel bitter and soulless. She knew.

Did she continue to laugh in her emptiness?
Crowned with bitter emotion and her superficial smiles?
Or she stood up and went off?

I know the answer, Do you?