Ｌｕｃｙ Ａｓｔｏｒ
Ｉ'ｌｌ ｂｅ ａ ＭＯＮＳＴＥＲ, ｗｈｅｎ Ｉ ｇｒｏｗ ＵＰ⋯
ＷＨＥＲＥ on the road.
ＷＨＯ who knows.
ＭＯＯＤ anxious.
ＷＥＡＲＩＮＧ click.
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- xxxxxxThe amber glow hit the gravel in just enough time for the amber eyes to see and assess it before the cigarette butt was squished by a cowboy boot. A twist of the ankle and the glow was extinguished. Now the only light came from the red and blue neons of the gas station sign. The air was still, lifted occasionally by an early-summer breeze and the world seemed timeless. Lucy Astor cocked her head away from the lingering cigarette smoke, anxious for a breeze to fill her nostrils.
xxxxxxLeaving rehearsal and going out immediately was not something Lucy had anticipated, but it was definitely needed. She felt anxious for a taste of real life, she needed to breathe and she needed to feel like she could accomplish something. Rehearsals lately had been stifling. Sitting in the cold rehearsal space in her summer clothes, Lucy pushed herself through the challenging choreography, wincing when her choreographer would get up in her face to fix a step, standing mere inches away during runthroughs. Onstage, Lucy loved that the audience sat at a safe distance, shrouded in black lights while she herself was bathed in pale yellows and whites. There was a harsh reality about being scrutinized and corrected from mere inches away. Aside from the dancing, Lucy herself still felt out of touch with herself as a performer. Her voice wasn't doing what she wanted it to, she couldn't act with her usual verve and energy.
xxxxxxThe begining of the end.
《 ＯＯＣ ┆ completely open for anybody. i just wanted to start a new thread. :3 》
