ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴜᴘ

Number 19 !

You stood in line, patiently and reposed yet your demeanor failed to show how you felt on the inside. Adrenaline rushed through your veins, the reverberation of your heart beating against your chest and the constant fidgeting of your polished fingers.

Getting the call of acceptance from Galaxy's Poise and being named "The Chosen One" was all you would think about ever since you could remember. Every single day you'd spent your evenings glued to your phone as you watched runway after runway of your favorite model, Rey Jakku.

How you wished you were her, especially when she managed to tie down the one and only, Kylo Ren. You'd watch in awe when you spotted him through the crowd during the shows she was featured on. So serene, pensive, and sophisticated like a marble sculpture built by the gods. And you have to admit, you've been lightly stalking him too.

The way his muscles would glisten and arm veins pop after his daily workout on his insta stories, would make your mouth salivate. His champion shorts marginally tented while he bench pressed, his bulky thighs flexed as he softly grunted. Just the sight of him in posters, movies, or the media in general would turn your cheeks scarlet and let out an uncontrollable giggle.

The on and off game Rey and Kylo habitually seemed to play was always top headlines on every magazine. Pictures of Ren's neck vein appearing as he chastised Rey for throwing up and leaving a dent in his Porsche after drunk driving herself home, Rey tyrannically pushing a fan away from Kylo as she claimed they were getting "too close", and other toxic random shit. Kylo just needed something atypically and fucking normal......maybe what he needed was you.

So now you were here trying to endeavor your dream as well as attempting to become prominent enough for both him and the whole world  to notice you. The abrupt sound of your number being called broke you out of your daze which caused you to slightly flinch.

"Number 19!, please come in to meet the judges" said an elegant leggy woman with a refined english accent.

The echoes of your exorbitant leather valentino boots broke the silence in the room as you suddenly felt thousands keen stares aiming all at you making your skin crawl. The act of intimidation didn't faze you and you wouldn't let it, so you kept your composure as you strutted past  the plastic,hairspray smelling,fake tanned bitches all the way towards the door.

And now it was just you and the daunting judges who all shuffled around paper then turned their gazes at you, nodding as a silent permission to start. With the lack of social skills paired with heavy anxiety this indeed will be fun. Flashing your best smile you pushed yourself to begin.

"Hello good evening, I'm y/n"

Ik it's short and stuff but I'm beginning to come out of writers block which was a bitch. I promise to update more 😌🤚🏼 I swear . Anyways I hope you guys at least enjoy this short chapter ✨✨