*Tina's pov: the fashion show*
"Oh Lord," I start to pray for this evening to go well, but I keep getting interrupted by the loud noise. My anxiety is starting to kick in as I take a quick glance at the surprisingly large crowd outside. My leg starts to bounce to keep the bile I feel, from rising up my body.
"Tina look at me," the sound of Dick's smooth voice calms me down just a little bit.
"You know I used to get nervous too. Take it from a guy who was apart of the Flying Graysons. Being so high up in the air that if I jump I'd touch the top of the circus tent. However, my mom would settle me down, by giving me a kiss on my forehead before every show. I would be just fine," he whispers. I turn around to face him, and walk into his arms. I nestle my face into his chest, and take in his light cologne.
"Can I get my good luck kiss?" I mumble into his chest. He lifts my chin up before placing a tender kiss on my forehead. We hold each other a second longer before pulling away.
"Well its show time! Now get out there and do your thing," Dick chuckles as he pushes me towards the entrance to the runway.
"Let's get it!" My best friends shout and hype me up to get out there. I take in a few deep breaths before getting closer to the entrance.
"You got this Tina!"
"Yesssss, boss bitch has entered the room," Melanie laughs. "Now go on. You're too fine to stay here," she teases. I laugh lightly as I walk out past the entrance to the runway. I take my place in front of the neon lit backdrop with the name of my fashion show on it. I have my hands on my hips, and my feet spaced shoulder width apart. I look to the side to see Melanie on my right, and Damian on my left.
I look down at my feet before taking a deep breath. Barabra looks at me from the side, and counts down by five.
"Five." I've been wanting this since I was five years old.
"Four." I've been trying to perfect my designing skills for four years straight and plus some.
"Three." Three more seconds before showtime.
"Two." This can really make or break me. If I have the greatest show I get to spend two weeks in Paris.
"One." Only one chance....unless I get an opportunity somewhere else, but I would have to pay for it.
'Move your feet' by Junior Senior starts to play, and suddenly my anxiety is fueled into adrenaline. I look over my shoulder and wink at the audience. I start to strut onto to the runway, one foot after the other, my heels clicking against the pink dance floor runway. This isn't so bad. In actuality, this feels...liberating!
I stop at the end of the dance-tile covered runway, and strike my best poses. Damn this feels good. I land my final pose before I make the cue turn off the music. I pick up the microphone placed at the edge of the runway. I feel my adrenaline turn back into anxiety as I turn on the microphone. Here goes nothing.
"Good evening everyone, how are you tonight?" I ask smoothly. How the hell did that happen. I survey the crowd to see my parents in the back waving at me. "Good," the audience says a bit lowly. The loudest people I've heard were my parents. Oh geez, I feel no energy from these people. I'm going to have to change that.
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About THAT Night (Dick Grayson x OC)
Fanfiction"Somehow in my lucid state I found my way to you. I don't know why I felt the need to come here when I did, but I did it anyway," Dick lifted his hand and gently brushed his knuckles across my cheek. I leaned into his touch and glanced at his muscle...
