The crowd gasps as a petite young woman makes a late entrance to the show to, her auburn curls shining in a low-key ponytail at the nape of her neck. Two seconds after she appears from the wings Depeche Mode's Personal Jesus slinks through the speakers, and she begins to pick her way, somewhat hesitantly down the catwalk. She is not entirely graceful (perhaps she isn't used to wearing those black, leather, lace-up boots with the four-inch heels), and she peeks somewhat sheepishly out from under the stray locks of hair that hang in her face, clinging to the corner of her doll-like mouth as though stuck gently to her matte red lipstick. She picks nervously at her torn fishnet stockings with bitten fingernails, and tries to pull her plaid wool schoolgirl skirt even an inch lower over her plump thighs. She succeeds and an exta inch of her pale belly appears below her white cotton tank top. As she crosses the midpoint of the figure eight she lifts a hand to push her heavy-rimmed glasses back up her freckled nose, and blows her hair out of her hazel eyes, rustling it ineffectually, but exposing a small stud in her right nostril. Her slightly bushy eyebrows furrow, and she begins walking, faster now, towards the end of the loop, adjusting her black, hip-length leather jacket. But her hasty steps make her clumsy and at the end of the loop thrust farthest into the audience the tip of her boot catches a cable taped across the stage. Laney sprawls, scraping an elbow and exposing a flash of white cotton panties before scrambling up and away. She hurries back to the safety of the wings, sobbing quietly, but as she crosses the center of the figure eight once more she pauses to look back over her shoulder, tears glistening on her cheeks, and biting gently on her full lower lip. She takes a deep breath, staring at the audience, and departs again, hurrying offstage, but just as she turns her head away a faint echo of a shy smile appears on her delicate face. As she finally reaches the end of her ordeal, she does a tiny (if clumsy) pirouette before disappearing behind the velvety red curtains, and for the brief second that she faces the audience again she smirks self-consciously and waves, before disappearing like a shape below the surface of very deep water.