20/6/22
"okay, so what colors did they have?" i had to turn my volume down from the sound of my cousin talking through facetime. I look down at all the boas i had collected from walking around hunting for the most colors possible, which were now all hanging from my forearm. i sigh "wait, i'll just try them all on for you." i balance my phone on the nearest rack - the one with all the pirate costumes - and lifted the colorful feather boas off my foream, trying to find somewhere to place them. without looking up to my cousin, who is silently watching me trying to brush the loose feathers off me through the phone, i put all the boas over the rack, except the red one which i threw over my shoulders and did a quick turn for her to see how it looked on. she gave me one glance and shook her head slowly, really thinking it through. "i dont think that one's gonna work, cause my top is also red, so the boa wont bring any color, you know?" my cousin speaking too loudly
again, i bend forward to turn my volume down once again. i'm pretty sure there's no one else other than me in this costume store anyway. school-night-wednesdays in a small town aren't the busiest days for a costume shop. what reason is there for anyone to be here right bow? i look around just in case. "dont be so loud, ray." i tell her quickly, barely looking up while putting away the red boa to see ray rolling her eyes. i let out a laugh. "okay what color do you want me to try then?" i untangle the boas while waiting for an answer. all this mess for one concert. im glad we're going, i mean, i've never been that big of a fan of harry styles, but im going with ray and my sister - step sister - so we're gonna have a good time regardless. "maybe try the blue one? i dont know. maybe blue will be basic. what color do you think people will have?" she's already rambling, so i let her finish. "my top is red, so maybe blue will be good. okay, yeah, try the blue one."
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shopping for boas before the harry styles concert
Short Storyme writing about when i was shopping for feather boas to have at the harry styles concert, while wearing pink mascara and running into a pretty girl🤭 this story has nothing to do with harry styles and is not entertaining at all. i'm just practicing...