noun: someone; a person (more so woman) who puts forth the less fortuitous before themselves in compassions of nurturing and honoring the distinct.
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BEYONCÉ KNOWLES
Win some, lose some.
Fairly, that'd been the case until my distress won my fate over. My palms were sweaty and I caught cold feet just a couple of minutes before it was my time to check into my audition slot. This time, I'd commute up to the city alone and without any notices sent out to my friends who I know are well aware of what I'd be doing this morning.
I figured the less time I took focusing on everything else would result in my being more centered on this task. Unfortunately, I was not as lucky as my conscience suspected hours ago. I desperately needed the consolation, or I'd be dooming myself all throughout this entire number. My heart pounded out of my chest, just about, only at the thought of a terrible screw-up. For this being my first actual "grand" roll I was pretty damn dreadful.
Ashley usually was the one who coached me through my self-dismay when it came to this particular craft. After all, she was my dance sister and knew my body just as I did. My eyes had fallen into the habit of over-checking the time of the clock on the wall in the small waiting room. It was more of a uni-studio that accompanied four walls with mirror panels filling out each corner. For what I should be practicing in, I used the time to pity myself.
There's no way I was going to come out of this audition, sticking the landing. It just so happened by the grace of luck I got this far, but once I got in my head, I couldn't get out in time to snap back into a sane state. I wanted to leave. That would be possible considering whoever my competition was in the room a unit over was doing into overtime with her number.
It was just five minutes before I was being called in to reintroduce myself, but now I'm not sure how long I had. Without much thought put to my nervous trauma, I pranced around the room collecting my small duffle, tossing the extended strap over my shoulder, and dashed for the exit. Sweat was already greeting my temples and chest and I hadn't even made a single outstretched of a workout. I had to get out of here.
Yes, save me the embarrassment and probably let down. I'd gotten so close to flocking, successfully, swinging the slim off-white door open only to smash right into a brick-like figure. I stumbled back, irritated nearly and frustrated. My nose stung in a line fire, bringing my senses to a strong tingle in my nose, and both eyes as well. They watered within seconds as I fully recognized that "brick" was actually a chest. A human's chest, tall and fit by the looks and feel.
"Woah, easy there, Miss'. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Excuse me, I was only coming back here to apologize for the minor inconvenience. You're on in three— are you okay?" His voice finally echoed, realizing that I was certainly still undergoing a wave of pain. I nodded my head, quickly, shaking off the sting and wiping my eyes from the reflexive tears.
