The reflected image

《Courage Mia!》

Prologue

It was there, on that table that stared at me. No, I couldn't afford it!
But I was too agitated and the red and black bodice made me miss the air, I would never have worn it like Rose.
I took it.
It was a moment and that apparently harmless liquid began to make my throat burn, I coughed.
I saw myself again that evening with Rose when I accepted her cigarette without having ever smoked before in my life.
I stared at my image reflected in the mirror, my red lips suited the color of the bottle of strawberry Vodka I held in my hand. 'I will seem more casual, I thought.' The boy who organized the evening, Rose's friend, who had brought me to the dressing room warned me that in less than five minutes I would have to go on stage. I kept telling myself that I couldn't go back now, that Rose deserved it and that after all there was worse than dancing in front of fifty "hunter 'eyes that melted at the sight of" a strong-colored prey " which was handed to them on a silver platter.
"Come on" the boy said to me, stroking my arm before I quickly walked along the corridor that led directly to the stage.
I smiled unconvinced. "It's only ten minutes, my courage, you won't enter this place anymore, promise!" I tried to repeat to myself while the same guy from before announced me to the spectators.

Hi readers! This is a challenge for me, just like Mia's to get on stage that evening.
It is the first story I publish and especially English is not my mother tongue.
I hope, you're curious and you like it going on with the plot, that you're lenient in any translation errors that you can find. Sorry!
Thank you for your time.
Enjoy the reading!