Bonus

Back Then...

For Daisy was young and her artificial world was redolent of orchids and pleasant, cheerful snobbery and orchestras which set the rhythm of the year, summing up the sadness and suggestiveness of life in new tunes. All night the saxophones wailed the hopeless comment of the BEALE STREET BLUES. while a hundred pairs of golden and silver slippers shuffled the shining dust. At the gray tea hour there were always rooms that throbbed incessantly with this low, sweet fever, while fresh faces drifted here and there like rose petals blown by the sad horns around the floor.

Through this twilight universe Daisy began to move again with the season; suddenly she was again keeping half a dozen dates a day with half a dozen men, and drowsing asleep at dawn with the beads and chiffon of an evening dress tangled among dying orchids on the floor beside her bed. And all the time something within her was crying for a decision. She wanted her life shaped now, immediately — and the decision must be made by some force — of love, of money, of unquestionable practicality — that was close at hand.

In the Modern Day...

Daisy was young and vibrant, and her fantasy world was all about being popular, having egotistical friends like herself, and knowing all of the latest "hit" music, which portrayed the lives of the artists singing. Throughout the night, the DJ would spin the most popular music choices while a hundred pairs of spike heels twisted with their partners on the glittery floor of the night club. As the night went on, almost all of the rooms were bumping with this contagious excitement, while some other people had just arrived in order to forget the sadness and hurt they possessed.

Daisy began to move on with her life; she started dating many young men that she met at the night clubs. She always had at least a dozen choices of guys, just in case one didn't work out. She would stay out all night long and fall asleep as the sun came up. Her little black party dress from the night before would be wrinkled on the floor, mixed in with the roses she received from the various dates she had been on. But for Daisy, clubbing wasn't enough. She was tired of messing around with all of these guys and she wanted to make a decision about who she would spend the rest of her life with. The decision could be made out of love, money, or practicality - she didn't really care, she just wanted a commitment.