It's late at night, and you walk on stage as if it's a battlefield. Still wearing your Halloween costume of black tights and eyeliner, you are feeling confident as you strut catlike across the stage in your 3" maryjane heels. Singing out crimes of passion, when you hit your last note with your best shot the crowd can't contain itself and throws themselves at your feet. You can't blame them... your shoes are pretty hot.
