Darren snored loudly.
I reached over and put a pillow on his face.
He turned on his side and stopped snoring.
I have rehearsal in...
I sat up and glanced at the clock.
Three hours.
Sunlight was already starting to pour through the windows.
I rolled my eyes and sat up.
Today is going to be a good day.
Today is going to be a good day.
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"Hey Charlotte can you do me a favor?"
One of the maintance guys asked me.
I nodded.
"You're small. Can you climb up here and just gently tap on that light?"
I stared up at the ladder he was referring to.
"You want me...to stand on that...and tap on a bulb?"
He cringed.
"Well I mean you don't have to I just-"
I waved my hands in his face.
"No! No. I'll do it."
He smiled, steadying the ladder.
I gulped and began to climb.
I tried to make the best of it by singing a little to myself.
"I said your love...keeps on...liftin me...higher and higher!"
A few people below me chuckled.
I stared down at them but immediately regretted it.
From the stage to where I was standing had to be at least 150 ft.
My legs shook and I shivered slightly.
Just tap the fucking light and get down from here.
I reached up to find the light he wanted me to tap.
Why do I need to tap it?
And don't they have like conveyer belt things up here for this reason?
I wonder what would happen if...
Just as I thought that, I realized I leaned too far to one side.
Way too far.
And I fell.
I fell and I honestly didn't want to get back up.
My arm felt numb, like it had fallen asleep.
My head spun.
I looked up above me through blurry vision.
Did I fall all that way?!
Damn.
At least I fixed the damn lightbulb.
People crowded around me.
I can't seem to catch a break an I?
I closed my eyes and left the theater behind.
I entered my own little world.
Where no one can hurt me.

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City Of Dreams
General FictionSequel to New York- Where Dreams are Made Charlotte struggles to remain on top of everything. With all the problems and stress, she tries to hold it together. She tries to finish what she came to do. She tries to make her dreams come true. But...