can't catch me now
She reaches her hand into the bowl to pick a name, digging deep into the bowl and pulling out a slip of paper. She holds the slip in her palms for a moment, looking like she would rather die than be here. The crowd goes silent enough that you could hear a pin drop, and you feel yourself getting nauseous, hoping that it's not you, that it's not you, not you, not you, not you-"Charlotte Onyx."…