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One-shot: High Flying, Adored

This was the night I had been awaiting for ages.

The night of the musical, Evita.

For the first time in all of my intermediate schools' careers, I would be the star of something that no one, not even I, ever possibly dreamed of, let alone thought.

I was the lead role.

I never had a single voice lesson.

I was never in any music programs.

I never chose to audition for anything at all.

Yet here I was.

I decided to fuck around and... well, find out. I had joked and promised for the longest time amongst my close friends and family that if Evita was ever selected as the musical, I would audition for the main role of Evita (Eva) Peron.

I bet you can imagine my surprise when it was announced they were going to give the masterpiece a try. I turned to my friends and family alike, them awaiting my decision; I was swift in my actions, and headed right off to tryouts.

I bet everyone in the town could imagine my surprise when I auditioned for the main role without any experience whatsoever.

And got the role.

The teachers in charge were notorious assholes and borderline misogynists, but fail to impress them, I did not.

I won them over, and they promised the people would love me. I sung "High Flying, Adored," my favorite song off the track; my heart and soul put all energy into it, and it worked.

I won.

Before I knew it, I was memorizing the whole soundtrack, getting fitted for my dress, attending regular rehearsals, completing all school work, etc. It was my glorious senior year, and I was gonna make it golden.

After exhaustion ached my bones throughout many days, I'd often settle down at night by talking to my friends. I wrote a lot of things with him and it soothed me as the opening night grew closer. I was overly confident in my role as Eva for sure, but I was still terrifying of fucking up.

I couldn't fuck this up.

My friend group was very supportive of this too, by the way. They all vowed to get tickets and watch me at as many shows as possible. I knew my friends' families all planned to go too, I would really have an open house this time.

I also had to prepare for something that terrified me the most: performing in front of the district's fine women. 

I had one in particular on my mind.

All close to me know that truth, undoubtedly so. Would I really be able to carry out such a revolutionary, astronomical role in front of this woman?

She mesmerized me in every way imaginable; even ties were mostly cut, I knew butterflies would be there forevermore.

And they remained.

I was terrified.

From that night to the moment I emerged from the smoke on stage following Che's interlude, my heart lurched with fear.

The spotlight was on me now.

I was irrelevant popularity, a concept already well-known and preached by me for the longest of darker hours.

I was loved by the people now, just like Eva Peron herself; the town, the school, the communities, and the district.

My irrelevance sparked my popularity and my glory; it lives on.