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10:39 am ; my eyes slowly open as my annoying ass alarm blasts off . I turn it off seeing that it's almost 11 and I look at my notifications. hitch💓
hitch💓 hey babe u awake the rehearsal is delayed by 30 min so it's at 1:30 now.
me : yesss just woke up actually oh and we're going to Waffle House before we go to the stadium .
hitch💓 oh okay lmk when ur abt to leave
me ; kk
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The sun's just creeping in through the blinds as I force myself out of bed. I stretch my arms out, yawning, feeling the nerves already creeping up in my chest. Today is our first performance at halftime, and the thought of all those eyes watching us makes my stomach flip.
After throwing on some music, I go through my morning routine: tidying up, brushing my teeth, and hopping into a warm shower. I let the water soothe me for a few extra minutes, trying to calm the nerves.
Once I'm out, I throw on a loose black short-sleeved tee and some grey sweats, something comfortable but easy to move in. I start packing my duffel bag, making sure my performance outfit is neatly folded inside. Makeup, check. Hair accessories, check. A few snacks for Sasha, because I know she'll ask me for something the second we're backstage.
As I zip up the bag, my phone buzzes, breaking my thoughts.
"Hello?" I answer, wondering who's calling this early.
"Hey, Emma. Me and the guys are hitting up Waffle House. Y'all down to join?" Jean's voice is almost too cheerful for the morning.
I hesitate, glancing at the clock. We've got some time before we need to start getting ready. "Yeah, sure. We'll meet you there."
"Alr , see ya soon." He hangs up before I can reply, but I guess that's just Jean.
I exhale, double-check my bag, grab my iced coffee, and head out the door.
