The young woman finally reached the Karaoke Bar.
She paused in front of the entrance. "A little odd to see this place still standing..." She stated, then proceeded to open the door.
The pale-skin woman looked around the bar and noticed a waitress facing opposite of her, cleaning a few shot glasses. Instead of introducing herself, she simply walked past the waitress, unnoticed.
She wandered into a hallway and pressed her ears on some of the doors. While most of the rooms seemed to have nothing going on in them, she heard one room with a muffled female voice from what appeared to be coming from a TV.
Alright now, ladies! Lift those legs up and stretch as far as you can! That's it, just like that. Tone up that rocking bod! 1, 2, 3, repeat after me!
"What the hell?" The woman stood there in bewilderment.
Can you feel those buns burning? The aerobics instructor asked the audience.
"YES! MY BUNS ARE ON FIYAAAA! Slappity, slap, slap!" A child's voice echoed loudly from the room while he repeatedly slapped his "buns".
"... alright, I think I've heard enough." The strange woman opened the door and approached the group from the back, who were in front of the couch doing aerobics along with the exercise program.
Casually sitting at the edge of the couch's armrest, she folded her arms. Amazingly, they didn't notice her, much like the waitress earlier. Possibly because of her ghost-like presence.
She sat there for a few seconds before she finally spoke aloud, "Well, that looks silly" in a peculiarly flat voice.