thirty one

vi. stage fright

vi. write a scene wear you absolutely love the outfit the character is wearing.

stage fright

"I'm going to kill you", Jane states as her eyes grow wide at the large neon sign that hangs above the building doors. The sign only glows it's brightest at night, but for Jane it shines bright during the day; taunting her to enter.

Freddie, Jane's trustee pal, puts his hands on her shoulders and urges her (more like forces) to enter. "You can kill me afterwards, but now is a time to get rid of your ridiculous phobia".

"I don't think stage fright is a phobia", Jane exclaims.

Freddie stops for a second to reply a scoff. In that second Jane tries to release from his grip, but his reflects are no match for her. In one swift moment, Freddie grabs her and hurdles her over his shoulder. Jane shrieks in protest, her cheeks blushing from embarrassment as eyes of strangers look at them curiously.

"Freddie Gades, I command you to put me down right now!" She demands. Freddie doesn't reply, he steps into the building completely oblivious to the stares that saunter their way. One waiter walks by with a raised eyebrow pointed at Jane.

Finally, Freddie sets her down. Mumbling profanities, Jane fixes her olive green cardigan, her white skirt and checking her black stalkings for any holes. She sighs when her eyes fall on one of her combat boots shoelaces untied.

"There's a free table over there, come on". Jane heads over to the table, not realizing it's a foot away from the stage.

"I don't even know why you brought me here, Fredson", she says. "I refuse to perform.

Freddie groans at the use of his real name. "Oh come on, Jane, your voice is beautiful. Why won't you let anyone else hear it?"

"Because I have terrible stage fright-"

"That can be fixed".

"And", Jane continues, "I don't want tomatoes to be thrown at me".

Freddie laughs. "Tomatoes? The closest thing they have to tomatoes are tomatoes juice".

"It's still tomatoes".

For a while, Freddie's silent as he gazes at Jane. His eyebrows scrunched together in concentration. Jane can't help but squirm under his intense stare, his bright blue eyes boring into hers. Jane knows he's in deep thought, but she can't help think that there must be something under those luminous eyes. There has to be more than thinking when he does that.

Freddie sighs as he pushes his seat backwards, rising to stand. "I'm sorry, Janie, but I hate to see you scared of some audience that you'll probably never see again", he says. "Don't let fear ruin your life, it will limit it. Trust me".

Before Jane could protest, Freddie walks over to a man behind a bar. She coouldn't hear what they're saying, but Jane has a bad feeling it involves with singing.

With a smile, Freddie waltzes back over to the table. "It's settled, you'll be performing in the next two minutes".

Jane's eyes grow wide. Why such a short period? "Two minutes?!"

Freddie nods happily in reply.

Jane sighs in sorrow. What if I suck? There's no way to get out of this, she says to herself.

After the current performance is over, a waiter walks up the stage. "Let's give it a hand for..."

"Dallas", says the man who previously performed.

"Dallas!" Shouts the waiter, the audience applauses. "Now, let's give a big hand for our next performer, Jane. This is her first performance so let's take it easy, alright?"

Freddie rubs my shoudlers as I stand. "It's your time to shine, Janie!" With a half-hearted smile, Jane makesra her way to the stage, tugging on the buttons of her cardigan.

It's now or never, she says to herself as she approaches the mike.

A/N: Another story! Ha, thought I would go all the way to where she starts singing? No. I'm not going to do ALL that. Feedback will be great:) goodnight, lovlies:)