"...𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭..."
"Nice?! I never said I was nice! Who said I was nice?!"
"Everybody-!"
"They're lying. I'm just crazy."
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Zawadi Agentow gets herself stuck in her Fame Desired Reality.
𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 �...
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𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘
𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄.
𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃. Rehearsals were starting that morning. She and her co-stars will be learning all the music for the next month or so. Zawadi already had a head start. Blaise would be heading down to the studio to learn the choreography that Zawadi would be learning later on.
She and her family had been in New York for about three weeks now and while Hal and Lorianne were finishing the casting, Zawadi and her co-stars had been going through their numbers, and when Zawadi wasn't with them she was with a vocal coach named Honey, a sweet woman who was determined to refine Zawadi's voice to perfection.
She made sure to dress comfortably, nothing restricting, and kept her braids up and out of her face. She shook out her hands and looked herself in the mirror.
You got this.
She left the bathroom and moved to the dining area where blaze was already sat drinking his tea with Nona in the kitchen frying up some bacon. He grinned at her, "How you feeling?"
"Sick," Zawadi confessed sitting down across from him. Nona came over with a cup of hibiscus-ginger tea and Zawadi sighed in relief. "Thank you," she whispered and her grandmother kissed her temple soothingly.
"You're going to be fine. This is just rehearsal."
"I know, but—."
"No buts," Blaise nudged her with his foot. "A hundred and ten percent—."
"Or none at all," Zawadi whispered nodding firmly. "Okay, I'll do great."
"That's the spirit," their Nona hummed placing some fried eggs and bacon on their plates. "Eat. So you can leave me alone."
Hal picked her up and Zawadi sat silently in the passenger seat watching New York flit by. She hummed lightly to herself tapping her thumbs against her jeans.
"Nervous?"
"Kinda."
"You'll be fine, you already know some of them, grew up with a few, you'll probably make some new friends."
Zawadi nodded but didn't say anything.
"You'll be fine, kiddo," Hal insisted. "Just take a deep breath and make it happen."
Zawadi nodded firmly and took a deep breath. "Make it happen."
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They had moved from the studio they were initially in to a much larger one to accommodate the full ensemble. She hesitated at the door holding her binder close to her chest before following Hal into the establishment.
