[ WP ] In a world where every word you speak costs you money , so people resort to as short of words as they can , one person goes against the system

I stood next to my beautiful dates eyes as our smiles and expressions danced back and forth, playing the usual game of `` are we hitting it off or just pretending?'' I had barely been paying attention as the rest of the line moved forward without us, until someone politely tapped me on the shoulder and pointed forward. I nodded politely back and stepped up to the cashier's booth, raising two fingers to indicate how many tickets I wanted. 
 
 As the young lady running the cash register pointed to my total, I was once again distracted by my date squeezing my hand. I turned to look at her and dropped my change on the small counter, which clanged around and then fell to the ground. Eyebrows were raised in my direction and I was certain the noise just ruined my date. If looks could kill, the young lady at the cash register and the other young ones in line would have been the death of me. I internally sighed, picked it all up, and wandered down the hill to the only noise coming from the building below. 
 
 As we took our seats in the outdoor amphitheater, my date nestled her head against my chest and we cuddled tightly. We looked crazy in love; almost as crazy as the two men in the cages below on stage. I studied both, noticing that the one on the right was new. While the man in the left cage had obviously been there a while, with his drawings, beard, feathers, and smell, the man on the left was cleaner and had an empty cage. 
 
 `` LOOK AT THEM!'' our dirtier friend yelled to no one in particular. `` THEY CAN HEAR YOU, SMELL YOU, SEE YOU... but they can not taste OUR freedom.'' 
 
 `` Freedom? Hrumph. DO YOU NOT SEE THE BARS IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE, YOU IMBECILE. We are the debtors. This is our debtors prison. A free mind is lost.'' responded the new guy. 
 
 `` Do you think they ever read my blog?'' 
 
 I'm not sure, but I think I saw the majority of the audience roll their eyes. A few successfully stifled laughs, quietly. No one heckled tonight. We all just quietly sat and listened to our favorite show `` The Crazies''. It had replaced television, radio, and movies. No two shows were ever alike. It freed our minds from a majority of endless drivel... but we could n't stay away. Someone, somewhere, was always crazy enough to talk. Sometimes they were born this way. Others were likely driven mad by the constant silence. 
 
 Me? I much more preferred hearing the beating of my dates heart. 
 
 `` It would look good on the mantle. Maybe next to the others too broke to scream.'' I thought to myself, before smiling down at her and turning my attention back to the stage. 
 

