SiX the Musical (& Cast) Oneshots

By chance - Cast

TW: Millie and Aimie, definitely NOT my finest work, self-harm, immature Maiya, Disney princess fetishes, swearing ofc, fluff, I think you can tell why this isn't my best work tbh

After a long day of auditions, Aimie finally got the letter in the post that she had been waiting for. After several failed auditions, here lay her fate for the years ahead. Hamilton was a show she had dreamed of being in from day one, and this letter would be the final decision on whether or not her dreams would come true.

"Dear Aimie. Thank you for auditioning for the next cast of Hamilton. Unfortunately, we have not cast you for any role this year. Please attend the audition for next year's cast."

She slammed the paper on the table, consequently spilling a cup of orange juice. The glass broke and shatters subsequently cutting her hand.

"FUCK!"

Another audition failed and was wasted. At least they had the decency to reply though.

Aimie was overwhelmed by the amount of disappointment she had faced. Unable to control her emotions, all she could do was cry.

And scratch her arms psychopathically until she drew blood. That was one of her main coping mechanisms.

Her only shot had been flung out the window, and the only thought of her being useless and unemployed for the next year (almost) polluted her mind. The more she thought, the more self-hate she had.

After scratching her arms for a good ten minutes or so, Aimie felt as if she was about to pass out. Maybe fresh air would help calm her senses.

Aimie. Dear, young Aimie.

She ran outside, down the path, her hands glued to her head as she looks around frantically.

She didn't know why she was doing what she was, but at this rate, there was no way of controlling herself.

As Aimie was about to pass out, she crashed into a young lady, and the force at which she did so made her collapse to the ground.

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING YOU BITCH!" she sobbed. She had intended to sound angrier and, well, scary, but the quiver in her voice betrayed her. At this moment, she was still lying on the ground, pounding her fist at the floor, her arms and hands drenched in blood. She stared at the shoes of the lady, which didn't seem to be moving at all. They were glued to the ground in front of her and didn't look like they had any intention of moving.

Aimie looked up at the lady standing before her, and it didn't take her very long to be purely mesmerised by her. The lady only looked back down at her, not pitiful, just empathetic. To Aimie's surprise, she knelt before her, without putting up a fight or protest at Aimie's uncalled-for outburst.

"Hey, hey, calm down," the lady spoke, her voice smooth and delicate. She placed her hands on either side of Aimie's torso and lifted her since she didn't want to touch Aimie's blood-drenched hands.

She even brushed Aimie off, which only confused her further. And she wiped her tears with her gloved hands too.

What confused poor Aimie further was when she took her coat off for her to put on.

"Put your arms in."

"Even with my bloody hands?"

"Never mind that. Now, come on."

Aimie puts her hands in the coat.

"Well, you're obviously having a sad day. Do you want to come to mine and let off some steam? You seem like you could use a friend."

Aimie looked unsure at the lady but nodded her head slowly anyway. Her mind was screaming no, but her instincts were howling yes. She met the lady thirty seconds ago, and now she was going to her flat?