Music Under the Spotlight (Lumity Band Au)

Late night call

Amity POV: 

It was always the nights before the shows that stressed me out the most. I paced around in my room, my eyebrows tightly knitted together while my pacing slowly started to put a hole through my floor. 

My thoughts were all over the place, everything that could go right or wrong flying through my head faster than rat worm racers. I groaned, rubbing my temples. All of this stupid stress was giving me a headache. 

"Why am I even worrying? Nothing ever goes wrong." I muttered with a sigh, my gaze landing on the flower Luz gave me a few days ago. I stopped pacing and slowly made my way over to the purple plant, noticing the petals were drooping. 

"Luz... that's why I'm worrying." I said in a softer voice, gently cradling the flower in the palm of my hand. It's not like I thought she was going to bomb on stage, rather, I have no clue how she's reacting to all the stress. 

She's been surprisingly cool these last few days, while everyone else has been tense and struggling, she's still been the same old Luz, enthusiastic and making jokes.

But I couldn't tell if it was all forced. Was she staying positive to try to ease our nerves? Or was she doing it to ease her own? I felt like it could be a mix of both, but I wasn't certain. Then again, maybe it was none of that and she really wasn't stressed at all. Another low sigh escaped me, mentally kicking myself for not asking how she was doing. 

I've gotten so used to how everyone else would react during the last few days that it didn't even cross my mind to check on Luz. "Great going Amity." I growled, running my hands through my hair. "Gee, didn't even think to ask how stressed she is. Fantastic job you nitwit!" 

"No need to beat yourself up Mittens." I jumped, turning to see Emira leaning on my door frame with her arms folded. She moved further into my room, her eyes glancing around for a moment. "But, to be honest, Luz probably is a little stressed. I mean, it is her first show after all. Then again, it's Luz we're talking about here so you never know." 

I shifted my gaze off of my sister and back to the flower, frowning at the drooping petals. Drawing a small rejuvenation spell, I smiled when the petals perked back up. Emira's footsteps moved closer to me and I could sense she was peering over my shoulder. 

With a small laugh, she lightly patted my back. "Y'know, you can do an embalming spell right?" Before I could say anything, she already cast a spell on the purple flower. "It's easier than doing a bunch of little rejuvenation spells. And it's probably a lot safer if your trying to preserve the flower." 

I nodded my head, still staring at the flower for a moment before turning around and moving towards my bed, taking a seat. Emira followed after me, taking a seat next to me, clasping her hands in her lap. 

"So what did you need?" I asked, Emira's eyes widening slightly. She paused, staring at my floor for a moment, I followed her gaze, wondering what she was looking at. 

"I just came to check on you. I know how you get." She laughed, giving me a soft nudge. "Also, you really do pace a lot huh? You've worn down that part of the floor." Emira pointed to where I was pacing earlier, giving me another nudge. 

We both went quiet again and I couldn't help but tap my fingers together. Then, taking deep breath, Emira leaned back a little more on my bed. "Are you nervous?" I asked softly, not looking to see her reaction. 

"Nervous for you guys or nervous about how the effects are gonna work?" She asked back with a light chuckle. 

"Just in general." Emira hummed, not giving me a response for a minute. I looked back over at her, watching as she tapped a finger against her chin. Then, she shook her head.