i remember going to the original pitch perfect. it was the first day it was in theaters near me and i was going with a bunch of friends from high school. when the second one came out it was senior year. i went to the theater by myself because everyone had been "busy".
i shake my head.
"its just a movie, liza, god," i mumble to myself.
after hours of digging through my closet and leaving my room a mess, i decided on a blue, long-sleeved shirt and black jeans. i had my hair up in a bun and had my makeup done like normal with some hoop earnings.
why was i so nervous? its only a movie. i dont even have to worry about spiking up a conversation. we'll get our snacks, find seats, and the movie will start. zero exchange of words. maybe the occasional comment about what just happened but nothing too horrible.
its really not that complicated. right?
before my thoughts become too developed, my phone dings. i grab it from off the table.
im downstairs
be there in a sec
i grab my small backpack, take a deep breath, and make my way down the stairs.
why am i so fucking nervous?
an// yes im aware of how short this is
