I stood in the wing, my beautiful mauve dress locked away in it's case. I refused to open it up and put it on. It brought back too many painful memories. But I opened the case and put on the dress. It felt like poison ivy sliding over my skin. I looked in the mirror, and I could barely recognise myself. I looked like a younger version of myself, hair down, my skin pale from never touching the sunlight.
And I hated it.
I hated it with a burning passion.
I hated it with my entire existence.
I h a t e d i t.
You look beautiful, Kousei said from behind me. I whipped around, shock and anger written all over my face.
What the hell are you doing backstage?! And in the woman's changing room, non the less! I yelled, throwing my music book at him. He caught it effortlessly, and flipped through the pages.
I'm a judge, so I'm allowed backstage.
YOU'RE A JUDGE?!
He nodded, a smug look on his face. You know that you didn't have to put it on until you had to go onstage, right?
I know, but... I need to get used to this again.
Kousei nodded with understanding. Just, remember to relax.
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The Musician
SpiritualA violin loving girl, a piano playing prodigy. Losing her musical voice, she spirals. Until she met her inspiration. *This story may be inspired by the anime Your Lie in April, so some of the names may be similar. Please don't kill me.
