Illusional Love (PENDING)

Sixteen

       I don't know what scares me more than this. Today is the last day before the due date of final day, where all of my work for the past 5 months will be presented to people in live. Cameras will be everywhere and lights will be directed to me, straightly in the face from above. I'm so happy yet highly nervous about how is it going to work in reality.

       Dresses are optimally ready and makeup artists probably had prepared everything for tomorrow. The broadcasting students are now preparing themselves to set the cameras and lightings so that it will work perfectly at the final day. The background of tomorrow's performance are set nicely on the center of the stage. I look around the auditorium, because I honestly didn't know what to do today. We've prepared anything and probably need a last practice before the special day, as in tomorrow.

       I don't know what to do anymore. I feel like I should need more support so that I could be more standout—more confident to do all of these things. I know that everything had been prepared but it feels like we should practice more and more so that what happens tomorrow in the stage wouldn't be as bad as what I could imagine. Everybody's all prepared, their mental, their dialogues, everything's done. I feel like I'm lost in the fantasy I shouldn't have to lost in.

"Mills!" Mr. Raleigh calls me that brings me back to reality and snaps my head to the left which I quickly get his eyes looking straight back at me. "What are you doing there?"

"Sorry sir, daydreaming." I tell him in a quick smile before starting to move.

But there's one thing that makes my day always seems nice for all day long. It's just five words letter in a really deep warm voice that speaks to me every night of these few months. It's all gonna be alright. I don't what calms me down and whatever is right behind the voice, but I really like it and it really encourage me to stay standing up on my feet, and work on all of the things that may happen for each day I take a breath in the morning.

"Mills!" He calls me again and louder this time, makes me out of the blue in a piece of my mind. And that makes me immediately make a move towards him because he was narrowing his eyes at me.

"Yes, sir? Is there something I can help you with?" I ask him. I wish he could telepathy and know if deep down inside I really really apologize about the waste of time in daydreaming.

He snaps his head to me after writing down the things that had settled in here for tomorrow. "What's on your head?" He closes his book then look at me again, straightly eye to eye. "I can't help but notice that you've been daydreaming since the preparation started."

"Um," I twitch my fingers and look down to them as it starts to be tied to each other terribly. "I'm sorry, sir."

"You know you can't be distracted by the thoughts of your mind tomorrow so I suggest you to tell me about what's on your head today." Always the personality, Mr. Raleigh. He has never changed a bit since the first time I entered this class.

I don't know what is the exact answer to tell him. Hell I didn't even know that I've been out of my mind since the first period of today. I only know that I'm totally nervous and now he found about the strange thing I have never done before in this class. It's just bothering me that the thought of mine just keep blabbing about all of the bad thing that might happen in the performance tomorrow. It just scares me off and totally will blows up my reputation about how I will be in people's eyes.

Mr. Raleigh looks at me expectantly and patiently as I dig my nails inside the skin of my fingers. So I blink my eyes and tell him about what's on my mind. "I'm just afraid that tomorrow will not be like what I've expected."