in between shows, ben and i went to central park, where he attempted to teach me how to skate, and i acquired several bruises that made my makeup process just a little longer for the night.
kevin had avoided my eyes throughout the entire show, and that was how i liked it.
everything seemed okay.
no, everything was okay.
during my frequent breaks, i sat and let myself think. i made myself three promises-
one: i was done with kevin. completely, totally done. i wasn't going to play his games any longer.
two: i would let whatever happened with ben happen. i wouldn't force anything that wasn't there, but i also wasn't going to hold back my feelings.
three: i was going to let myself be happy, no matter what. that's it. plain and simple. all i wanted was to just be happy.
i kept coming back to my second promise. ben.
ben was amazing. he walked into the room, and somehow, everything got better. the sun shone a little brighter, the music played a little louder.
he was, somehow, the best person in my life.
as i walked home that night, i couldn't help but smile. i had a really good feeling: that things were going to change.
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Fanfictionin which julia summers tries to balance swinging eight tracks, covering three principal roles, and feelings for two of her castmates. ••• started: 9/26/20 published: 10/7/20 finished: 12/30/20
