Re: Bugle's best.
Wanda let her mask of polite cheer slip the moment she was in the crowd again. Her introduction to Mr. Porter left her feeling somehow unsettled and her desire to leave was greater than ever. But she hadn't seen Nick yet and she felt like she had to at least appear to him once before she left so she could pretend later that she'd been here all night. For the moment she needed air and to get away from the mass of people and the thump of drums and the wailing of the guitars. There was a back exit which she made her way towards, pushing past Peter and nearly knocking the camera from his hands. She gave him a mumbled apology but not even a glance. She broke free of the crowd and made it out of the exit into an alley way where she leaned against a wall with her head hanging low. She ignored the group several feet away chattering and smoking cigarettes.