I was up promptly at 8 am, out of pure excitement. I rushed into the shower and took careful time to straighten my hair when I got out. I applied my usual eyeliner and added black glitter as well as black gems to my temples. I made a pouty smirk as I applied my black lipstick and began contouring.
"Up early, love?" he asked, snaking around my waist.
"Yeah I'd like to be on the road by ten to beat traffic and still have time to rehearse," I replied.
He nodded and left the bathroom to allow me my privacy. I liked to be alone before shows. It helped my nerves.
So did the heroine.
I didn't need much, just enough to keep me calm enough drive through the city, and I'd do some more before I got on stage.
I cleaned up the counter and carefully put my needles back in their plastic container. I hid the small bag under the sink. He knew about it, but it still made me feel ashamed.
I got dressed in comfortable sweats and began to pack my show clothes. I laid everything out and accounted for it, then carefully put it into a suitcase. Organization was key in my life; I didn't have much control over anything else.
"Hey, one for the road?" He asked, handing me a shot. I threw it back and picked up my bag. Today marked the most important day of my life.
YOU ARE READING
City Lights
Teen FictionSometimes, the ones that matter the most are the ones who will drag you down the lowest. What would you be willing to lose in order to follow your dreams?