🅷🅴🆈 🅻🅾🆅🅴🆁 - 𝖆𝖆𝖓𝖌 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

chapter seven

by the end of the show, the blazing heat of the spotlight was a part of you. sweat trickled its way down the sides of your face and the back of your neck.

you imagined how you looked to the crowd, eye makeup smudged from your grieving scene, hair slightly out of place from shaking your head too much.

you grinned wider from your imagination, grasping the hands of the people standing next to you before taking a big bow with them all simultaneously.

the audience looked in awe as you were called up to take your solo bow. roku gave you a smile as you stepped out of the cast line.

tears pooled in your eyes as you took your swinging bow, the audience's screams and cheers clouding your hearing.

when you swung back upright, you observed the crowd, catching sight of yuka with his babysitter. a single tear fell from your eye at the scene, your baby boy gazing up at you with adoration as you finished what was possibly the best show of your life.

you stepped back into the line after a few seconds and a few more small bows. you grasped the hands beside you once more, and you all took the last and final bow.

as you all rose again, the curtain began to close. you let out a shaky breath once you were done, the smile still not leaving your face.

all around you, the cast cheered, congratulating each other and you. it was all hazy, but you moved through it, getting prepared for after-show meetings.

you began to walk back to your cast room, thanking those who congratulated you on your way. you met your makeup artists in your room and plopped down on the chair.

your body felt colder now that the spotlight wasn't there to keep you sweating. there was still residue heat left on your skin, but it was slowly fading away with every second.

"spirits, y/n, you did so well with the play!" jima, the assistant makeup artist, said. "i actually cried when roku 'died' and you were 'grieving'. you played her rage so well, it radiated through the whole theater!"

you smiled at her words. "thank you, jima." your words were polite but short, your throat aching from all of your lines. "would you mind getting me some water? to heal?"

jima nodded and scurried out of the room. malu, the main makeup artist, was putting setting powder on your face. she was always quiet, and for once you didn't mind, relishing in the peace it gave you.

malu finished and gave you a set nod. you gave her a drowsy smile, adrenaline slowly wearing off.

"y/n, don't sleep now. you've got the after-show meetups to take care of." malu's soft voice was stern, her hand grasping your shoulder and slightly shaking it. you groaned at this and stood up just as jima came back with a bowl of water.

you nodded at her in thanks and brought the water up to your throat, making it glow. you checked your throat every once in a while, and after your third check, you deemed yourself good.

"thank you," you told malu and jima. "i'll see you tomorrow." you sighed heavily before perking yourself upright, trying to make yourself seem alert and awake before stepping out the door.