Just hang in there! ON HIATUS

Chapter 18

A/N: sorry for the lateness of updates! I'm just extremely super busy and I need time! Love u all if ur still reading, and please do continue. Don't forget to comment on the quote of the chapter if u want a dedication! Also, this chapter just picks up right where the last left off if ur confused.

🌀That's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt 🌀

Lainey's P.O.V

"Okay girls, straight to make-up with you," one of the millions of workers here shooed Em and I straight to make-up and wardrobe as soon as we arrived. How I ever learned where every room was located in this huge theatre I'll never know. It has so many in and outs, and twist and turns. Truthfully, it's very difficult not to get lost your first few times in here. Emma and I thought of making a map, but then we saw we could just buy one.....

"Ugh! I swear, if you move one more time Ms. Potter..." Jasmine, my make-up lady, trailed of threateningly. Everytime she tried to do my eyeliner it felt weird so I crinkled my nose and squinted my eyes.

"I can't help it though! You know I don't wear eyeliner outside of the production," I defended myself. And I wasn't lying either. Outside of business, I were the least amount of make-up possible. I felt I didn't need it, in the most un conceited way imaginable. I don't have anything against people who do wear it, but to me it's like hiding behind a mask. I only feel that way most likely because the only time I do wear make-up is when I'm acting; pretending to be a character, or someone I'm not. My attitude would probably be different if it weren't for my career.

"I don't care, you've been in this show how long now? 4 months to be exact," Jasmine answered her own question before I could even open my mouth. I sat the most statue like I could for the next ten minutes and let her finish my make-up. All the while, I listened to her rant and rant and rant about how I need to get used to all of this kind of thing. I only pretended to listen though. On the outside I nodded my head every once and a while to make

it look like I was taking her advice. On the inside, however, I began to drift.

~~~~Daydream

"And is like to thank my family, Emma, Amber, Hope, my first director Frank, and everyone apart of the production of my first debut Les Misérables. Thanks to them I wouldn't have made it to where I'm standing today, three blissful years later. And of course, I would also like to thank my wonderful, caring boyfriend for being there to support me while balancing his own busy work schedule..."

~~~~~end of daydream

"Lainey, Lainey....LAINEY!" I snapped out of my reoccurring daydream when I heard my name being shouted. Once my thoughts began to process, and my vision became clear I looked up to meet the eyes of a tiger. Not just any tiger... Jasmine.

"Lainey, if I catch you daydreaming one more time I will kick you into next week. Honestly dear, keep your head out of the clouds. Your make-ups done now get out there!" She barked at me rather impatiently. I ducked my head in embarrassment and shame and began to head towards the stage.

That wasn't the first time I had that daydream. It's the same thing everytime. Me standing there in a breath-taking dress; perfect hair, smile, complexion, everything. I'm giving a speech for some grand award I'd just received. I only look a bit older than I am now; about 23 or 24 years old. The award itself isn't what bugs me about this teasing daydream, but the part of my speech that always gets cut off so timingly. Today is was Jasmine, last week it was Emma, and a month ago it was Frank.

I'm saying thank you to my wonderful boyfriend, and before I can say his name, or see who he is I'm snapped out of it. Every single time. It's like my brain is purposely teasing me. Ever since day one, I've worried my career would ruin my chances at a true relationship. That no one would be compatible, so I guess my brain dreamt up the most desirable, out-of-reach thing it could to make me see. A perfect relationship. I quickly shake the thoughts from my head and continue on my way to the stage.

"Oh good you're here Lainey. Right down to business then. We are going to be running the whole show from start to finish. Today is the 22nd and we only have three shows left, and I want to go out with a bang!" Frank clapped his hands for emphasis when he said bang. A few people jumped from being startled and others just showed no sign of disrupment at all. This being a normal Frank thing and all.

"Emmam the conductor will cue you in. But you still need to be ready at all times, got it?" Frank turned for affirmation from Emma who gave a firm nod. "Good, now lets go people. Hands in!" We all through our hands on top of each other like sports teams do. "Les Misérables on three!"Frank shouted to the whole group.

"ONE, TWO, THREE... LES MISÉRABLES!" Everyone shouted in unison. Afterwards we all scurried off in different directions. And we are off once more. And to think only three shows left and this ends. The thing was, this may be ending, but for me it was only the beginning...

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