Girl in Window

It is Dominique in the window, but I don't know her yet. Also, I don't know any of her stories, so this is a made up one about the girl in the window.

It's Bourbon Street, and it's the middle of Mardi Gras. Dominique is dancing on a bar top in fishnet and lace. She is very young. The window frames her perfectly, and the manager of the bar knows this. He tells her not to stray too far from the window and to "dance, baby dance."


Dominique is having the time of her life. She is barely 18, it's Mardi Gras, and she is getting paid to dance on a bar.

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees a middle aged lady beckoning her through the window. "You know my friend Scottie who works here?" she says. "He's an M.C." Dominique doesn't know any Scottie. The manager just hired her for Mardi Gras.


The middle-aged woman has wandered away, and Dominique continues to dance. A Japanese dude gives her a five dollar bill and asks if she knows the Twist. She twists a bit on the bar, and he stands up to twist with her, but he faints on the ground. His friends pick him up and drag him out of the bar.

The middle-aged lady is back. "My husband is a photographer," she says. "Can he take your picture." Dominique thinks it's weird, but who cares? It's Mardi Gras, and she is dancing on a bar on Bourbon Street making men swoon and middle-aged ladies remember their youth.