Eye drawn in sharpie on her palm and arm thrust up, a single beacon in the stationary crowd. But still not high enough to see past the backs of all the heads between here and the stage. Up there, the people celebrated the end, or maybe it was the start, or something.
She pulled her hand down and added heavy eyelashes. Back up, straining. Closed and opened her hand quick, twice, and then once, slowly, capturing the attention of the television cameras set up to show just how large the gathered crowd was.
An elbow dug into her side, suddenly.