✮ Rockstar ✮ || A Lightbrush Fanfiction

Chapter 40 - Balcony

    It had been around 4 days since Lightbulb and everyone had arrived at their beach house. She, like almost anyone else, was mostly excited about the beach, although there was something else she had taken a liking to that she never expected: the third-floor balcony. Since the door to the balcony was in the room Lightbulb and Paintbrush had claimed, it was pretty easy to get to even at the crack of dawn. She'd wake up at 5 o'clock sharp every morning just to go out and see that beautiful sunrise. Paintbrush joined her once, but they quickly went back inside after the sun was above the watery horizon.

    "It's too early to be doing this," they said to her as they wrapped themself in their blanket. Lightbulb rolled her eyes at their impatience. "Come on, Painty, the early bird gets the worm!" She leaned over the railing and gazed out at the amazing sky, admiring every little detail she could.

    She didn't only like the balcony for that, though. She spent most of the day out there under the shade of the overhead roof, watching people come and go from the beachy shore. She had her earbuds on almost 24/7, listening to songs on repeat as she people-watched. She also took this alone time to draw, but most importantly think. She'd always have something going on at every moment; and if she didn't, she felt the need to start it.

    But out on that balcony listening to her music and bathing in the calm summer air, she didn't feel the need to do anything, really. She'd just stay in her chair for hours and do whatever came to mind or just thought to herself. It was quite peaceful. Sometimes some of her friends would come and join her, but they'd all get bored and go back inside eventually.

    Paintbrush even revealed that they'd practice drawing poses while they used her for reference through the windows. They'd sit on their shared bed and draw her in the various sitting positions she deemed "comfortable." She was flattered by this and gawked over every drawing of her she saw in their sketchbook, much to Paintbrush's embarrassment.

    The only time Lightbulb would come in was when she was needed or for any meal of the day. She didn't mind eating with her family- well, that's what they felt like to her, anyway. She loved all of them a lot, so she just classified them all as family. In a way, she wasn't necessarily wrong.

    On the night of the fourth day, while she was cuddled up to Paintbrush in the most comfortable position possible, she had a revelation. That night, she couldn't sleep. She was sure she'd sat there for hours in their arms without feeling her eyes droop once. Much to her disappointment, she just couldn't stay still any longer. After some shimmying, she managed to get out of their hold without them waking up.

    She slid off the covers and took a second to regain her thoughts, then glanced at the clock. The bright red numbers sliced through the night air, revealing to her that the time was 2:54 am. With a quiet grumble of frustration, she decided to go out to her normal spot on the balcony again.

    Lightbulb carefully opened the door, making sure to make as little noise as possible. It creaked silently, but not enough to wake her partner in the bed just a few feet away. She slid into her usual chair and stared out at the landscape in front of her, her mind overtaken with thought once again.

    One specific topic was on her mind all night, but she couldn't help but focus on it at that moment as the night air enveloped her. Was all of this really worth it? All the fame, all the work, all the sleepless nights – such as this one – what would have even happened if she decided to not talk to Paintbrush that day?

    She messed with the hem of her pajama shirt as she thought more. Was it a bad idea to make a band? What if I could just leave? I really don't want to, but I could just live my life as a normal adult. Oh, I'm an adult now. Right. I hate it already. Ew. Taxes. What the fuck even is a down payment?