As Eris clipped her hands around her microphone, anticipating shock and and a flood of emotion to stream around her feet, she looked about her surroundings to look for consolation, some form of peaceful order that came from some other source. Some known noun, proper or not. Some determiner that would direct her somewhere where she could console herself. She started to pace around in her full makeup, her white, frilly , silk skintight bodysuit that covered around where she would wear her comfiest shorts and leisurely lie in her joint bed with her brother, as they sat together watching Friends, to where she would sport her figure fitting shirts that clung to her while she dined in a fancy resraurant with her family. They were very close as a family, but no one beat the bond between Eris and her older brother. Both geniuses in a struggling family that took unrealistic reaches every now and then for luxury, although it was a bond between the siblings that was always a strong one.
Eris looked again, about her, and saw the said brother she sought for almost her whole life, or at least, that was what it seemed like. Both of them, about to perform on stage, they were up first. She saw behind him, a cluster of 6 others who all looked hopelessly anxious. She decided to approach them before they were about to go on first, before her, the very final act of a powerful voice of a powerful song. In English, an uncommon language for a young woman in Korea. Handwritten by the pages of an old, abused book. Plentiful horrors released by it and also many painful screams, and many beautiful poems and ballads supplied. Her latest form of release was about to come from her and not hold back, no matter what. As she took her steps, walking awkwardly to her friends, she almost couldn't bear it, her family came swarming to her. Although, blood is thicker than water, and so was the will of Namjoon, who came flocking to her first. 'Eris, my little sister, thank the Lord you're here.' Je opened his arms into an open site for his other half to enter and initiate a consolation for the both of them. 'Namjoon......' she retorted, closing her eyes, burying them into his shoulder, 'I'm glad you're here. I'm about to burst, so I can't imagine what it must be like for you now, seeing as yu're qbout to go up in around 10 minutes.' A voice from seemingly nowhere, the same voice that called out to Eris for her wise words and her praise let out it's answer to her unknown, 'As the youngest, I speak on behalf of all of BTS that we may end up bursting into tears at some point in the stage and start running away if we don't hyperventilate instead.'
'Thank you for that, Jungkook, I really had my guesses but I guess I was absolutely wrong.'
'Okay, no need to mock me.'
'Oh there was, rest assured.'
Namjoon let go of Eris at this point, and grabbed her shoulders, smiling widely and establishing full control of her attention, and saying to her in all of the extreme, 'If I don't mess up, I'll buy you donuts before we leave to go to the dorms, but if you mess up, you have to buy all of us donuts. Deal?'
'Deal.' The two then clenched their pinkies together and Eris moved on to the rest.
A deep, sultry voice rung out to her as the closest. The voice of V, her little Taehyungie. 'Eris, help. I'm staring to panic, and I don't know if I can bear being looked at on stage. It's nervewrecking enough to film mysic videos and dress up and act all cool when I'm really not but I have to sing live an--' He was cut off by Eris' consistent 'Shhhh' sound and approaching, silencing finger lressing upon his lips. 'Taehyung, look at me.' He averted his eyes fully to her. 'I don't think you've really got the point of why we panic and why people do what you do. It's art, it's entertainment, it's fun, it's a form of therapy. One day, imagine everyone but you and your world stops existing, look about you. All you have left is what you've created, and imagine if all you had created was purely to please other people and you hated it all. No one else really matters apart from the fact that they're paying your bills. They aren't an extension of you, so don't bother trying to please all of them. It won't work, so do it for yourself if you're going to do it for anyone.' Through Eris' little speech, Taehyung started to calm himself because he had already had these things in the back of his mind, but hearing them from someone else had aided him greatly in believing them. A wide smile from him was earned, returned heartily, and a bout of thanks were given, and she glanced in the corner, to see some others going at eachother or not doing so out loud and cursing eachother out in their heads. Interest on her behalf was peaked, and she went further to investigate.
