Paying Attention

She enters the room, teetering nervously at the edge. Her desire to not spoil the view for others is overtaken by her longing. She slips to the opposite side of the room, wondering for a moment why a bench is at this side and not the back, but takes her place nevertheless. She has found the reason she is here. She stares ardently up at the screen, beginning to be immersed by the conversation before her, like she could be the second half of it. She remains this way for a length of time, but she seems to be becoming agitated every now and then. She sits down on the bench, but it is not quite comfortable, she looks away from the screen. She is peering around the room now, but at the viewers? She seems concerned. The audience are interrupting the show. Her focus has slipped fully from the film now. Are they concentrating as seriously as she is? She has seen them in previous rooms, dashing through, attending the event purely as it is what one does, there is no real interest, just to say that you have been, you will still be part of the inner circle. Now look at them, more thankful than fascinated that a video is shown, purely for the customary benches that accompany them. Her attention has been so drawn by these people, she has completely lost sight of why she is here. Does this make her as bad as them in her opinion? Who knows. Suddenly, her focus snaps back in to place, she notices the second screen. Her pale face is becomes flushed with colour; she seems to blend back amongst those she was apart from. Other than her red face, she no longer stands out. Yet she is smiling.