Illusional Love (PENDING)

Seventeen

        "The costumes are ready. The lights are ready. The-" I was checking all the things that may have been the things that could break the dreams I have put on my bucket lists for years. But then something catches my ears.

         Oh shit. "Guys, come here for a minute." I call the group of this performance to come with me because I can hear all of the guests are all right behind this red curtains that covers the stage we're going to work ob our performances.

       When they're all around me, I take a deep breath and try to put myself altogether before, saying, "The guests are all ready outside and I want you guys to have the guts to do this; to work this out perfectly imperfect yet still hold onto make the things work out the way we have practiced for months. So due to all of the hard work," I put my hand in the middle which they continually putting their hands right on top of me. "let's make this night to be lit that makes no eyes would even blink and turn their eyes away from us."

       "Y'all with me?" I ask them as I look around to get the look from each one of their eyes. They all nod and we all push down our hands we have in the middle as we say, "Hurrah!"

        It's a word we usually say whenever we have a performance like this, as if to put the trust we have to each other about the success of this performance. I quickly go to find Carli in a crowd to only spot her walking towards me which I quickly pull her into a hug ever so tightly. "Good luck!" I say to her as I slowly untangle my arms from her hug.

        "You too, bud." She says it before smiling at me. We walk away from each other to encourage everyone we are involved with in this performance.

       The voice of the host of this night's event is starting to greet the audience right from behind this big red curtain. I swear I can feel the sweat on my hands because the nervousness that still creep up into my skin. My hands are sweating but shivers are all up to my body. The nape hair on my skin are surely standing almost every time as shivers run up through my spine.

       It's not the first one. I keep on reminding myself that but all I can do is just exhaling and inhaling and exhaling and inhaling, as deep as it could get. I can do this. Yeah, I can do this. I should be able to do this. I'm ready to do it.

       I walk away from my group for awhile to get into the washroom for awhile. I need to control my breathing or else I wouldn't be confident enough to stand in front of the crowds. I can do this. But right before I can open the doorknob of the back exit, a hand reaches my wrist and yank it backwards.

       I let out a squeal because I almost trip at my own feet before closing my mouth again when I look at the brown eyes looking back at me. Well I recognize him too well because he is going to be my partner in this performance. We've been drawing in so close that we may be considered as a close friend right now. But well, we haven't touched each other a lot behind the stage for the sake of beauty ending of our performance.

       "What are you doing?" A pair of brown eyes piercing into me in the darkness of this huge backstage room.

       I pull my hand out of his grasp before letting out another breath. "Relax, Vince. I'm just going to the washroom." I roll my eyes at him but yeah, of course he can't see that.

       He wears a formal clothes which is the set of a suit with a intimidating grey tie. Intimidating like the one in Christian Grey's collection. His hair is neatly cut yesterday because our lecturer told him too but it seems more suitable with the curves of his face. But all of them are not the case right now. I really need to go to the washroom.

       "But it's only fifteen minutes left before the performance!" He whisper-yells at me as his eyes doing the back and forth thing between me and out group. Oh at least I'm not the one who's crazily nervous like there's no tomorrow for me to live.