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She watched him as he came off stage. Her eyes never leaving the top of his head even when the other girl she was standing on the rafter with said she was going down. Busy, busy, busy they were. They all took turns watching from high, it was something that they did with the stage hands permission. You could see everything from up here. The stage, the crowd, the performance. She knew she had to get down soon, especially when she seen him looking up at her spot. Thinking back to when they first met. He just stood there, his mouth gaping, staring at her with his pretty little eyes. She bowed in his direction but he did nothing so she bowed to everyone else. Their first conversation. He asked questions like where she was from, how did she get this job, how did she like it so far... what kind of food did she like. She answered every thing he asked. Even when he asked, "are you dating anyone... would you date someone younger?" She looked at his face in the mirror. "Isn't that a little personal?" He got quiet after that. Was it her fault? Every moment they spent together started to pop up. During the last show, she waited for him to get off stage, as she always waited for him to get off stage. He came right to her. Now that she thought about it, he always came right to her. He would stand still as she did her thing. One moment, as she was reaching up to fix his eyes, he leaned down into her but she was too busy to have noticed his gesture. Another time she was fixing his hair, he was gazing at her softly.... She shook her head, slapped and scolded herself, "oh my god, you are so stupid when it comes to guys" She caught herself looking out into the silver ocean of lights. She heard the crowd singing along. The light sticks flowing back and forth. They made people happy, they made people feel good when their music is playing. "Drops in a bucket" she murmured to herself. She climbed down and went to the side stage to wait for him. Cursing at herself for being so blind.
She inches her way up the stairs, one step at a time. They were dancing, back to back, her little baby god and her little dark god, as she came to call them. She loved watching this part, she felt her face starting to get hot. As she tore her eyes away, she couldn't help but notice some of the assistants moving around behind her. They were dancing along with the nine. They had all been working for this group for so long, they knew each step. When the song ended, she hoped down off to the side of the stairs. Not wanting to be noticed, she hung back as everyone went through the routine of getting the nine prepped for the next set. Only there were six standing here, the other three stayed up top to begin their set. She seen the mouthy one sitting at the piano getting ready to play. The little mean one was standing by with their leader. She stayed in the shadows, watching him, his expression as his own eyes were darting around the small area looking for something, maybe even looking for someone. The music started. He seemed to give up at one point. Then his head tilted up toward the rafters but there was no one up. He hung his head down, turned and walked away from everyone. He was nearly standing next to her. Another step and he'd be where she was. No one seemed to take notice. Was this the moment? Slowly, she reached out to him. Her hand hovering just over his hair, down his back. She could feel the heat of his body in her palm. They were standing so close that she could smell him. His scent filled her nose, the scent of light cologne and sweat. Here was the line. Should she cross it? She was standing on the very edge of her conscious, and morals, and the reality of could happen if she does. Being older and of more experience, she can foresee the consequence, the complications, but the thought of being with someone she likes and who likes her back, even for a moment, was more tempting than anything she was feeling. Her heart was telling to do it... Oh the great struggle between heart and mind. "Why did this song have to be playing", she thought to herself, "what is this, a K-Drama moment?"
"The little mean one" πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ I can't that's funny af
*chants* Cross the line! Cross the line!πŸ˜†πŸ˜† hehe!
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