Post by cierra on Jun 21, 2011 20:41:26 GMT
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and hes tellin me to give in[/center]
Many times, she thought about going into the theater buisness. If she knew what to say, she could easily focus on her emotions. Her emotions came so easily to the surface that it would be a passion. Something would finally make use of her unbalanced match of emotions. However, the thought of having to do it in front of such a huge audience scared her. When she was younger, she tried to do a couple of plays. Auditions were frightning enough. She had nightmares about becoming stiff and everyone laughing at her. It wasn't in her nature to be in the spotlight. So instead, she helped others with the threater. Almost like a director. That was high school life of course, as she probably couldn't be in charge with a major role of leadership now. Her family made fun of her enough. There was just no way.
It didn't stop her from coming there and enjoying to watch, enving the people on stage who looked like it was such an easy breeze to stand up in front of hundreds and speak with glory. Sometimes, she couldn't hear what the people were saying because she was focusing too hard on the amazment of it. She was quite easily fasinated when it came to things like this. Things she couldn't do. All her life, she was expected, to an extent, to do everything. Cierra might have thought of herself as a perfectionist, but at the same time, she knew that she wasn't perfect. She would rather try to make others perfect than herself. Which of course, got her into trouble sometimes, as one first needed to take oneself before they could even think of others.
She decided to spoil herself and go out to see one tonight. It was now the end and a large crowd was stumbling out, trying to get to their car to speed out of there first. Cierra was in the back and took her time, also having difficulty walking in the shoes she was. She had dressed up for the occasion. Saturday night play, it was only costume. Since she didn't think highly on her looks, she liked to enhance her small average features with some clothes that she wore. She wore a light sea green shoulder dress, light cloth coming down from it to add effect and volume to the plain dress. In her hand, she carried a handheld purse with a cross on it, fabric wrinkled and sparkling. Her earrings hung behind her long wavy hair. The shoes were the one things that she had difficulty with. Since she found herself rather clumsy at times, she liked to wear flats. However, with the dress she was wearing, it only made sense to wear somewhat of a heel. Amazingly enough, it was the shortest heel she could find in her closet.
Money was needed for all of this. Normally, she didn't have a lot of money, wanting to make a living for herself. Currently, she had the high job of working at a coffeeshop in the corner. It didnt' exactally pay much, but she got a lot of money from her family for her birthday. Every year she recieved money. Since her family didn't know what she liked (and what they did know they wouldn't be caught dead buying) so they gave her cash to get whatever she wanted on her own. It was perfect in their eyes. Everyone won. Cierra couldn't complain much. It did give her enough to take the night out like this. The clothes were simply from years and years of not growing while still living in her household. She hadn't gone shopping for new clothes it seemed in centuries, though truely it was probably only about a year.
Finally, she reached outside of the large doors where everyone was meeting the young actors with large baskets for donating money. Oh, if only she had a few something in her wallet. Fumbling, she opened it to search for a dollar, a penny, just something to give. She didn't even care if it was a tax reduction. Cierra had no reason for money. All was luxury. Finally, she found a five packed at the bottom of her pre-paid credit cards. With gentle grace, she smiled and put it in the basket. The young actor smiled bodly and said something she couldn't catch over the noise of the crowd. It looked like a thank you so she nodded and scurried away, not wanting to try to make conversation with the guy. She contiuned on her way until she was outside in the air.
Goosebumps came across her arms at once. It might have been a summer night, but in a dress, it was still a little chilly on the east coast city. She started to walk toward her apartment, only finding that she didn't want to leave just yet. Her mood was too high and excited to return to her lonely place. Many times she considered getting a roommate, but who could she trust enough? Cierra wasn't anti-social, but she wasn't known for going off and chatting with everyone she saw. It came with not wanting to share too much. She knew that if she started to talk, there was really no stopping her. Cierra loved to talk, weither it was small talk or deep hearted conversations with a stranger. So, she gracefully floated over to a bench, sitting down silently and peopel watched. It was one of her favorite activities. People were so interesting. Sometimes, she even spotted a sign of a supernatural. Like purple eyes of a witch. Or the small hint of a scar of a fallen angel or demon. It was something she was completely content with doing. Taking a deep breath, she took the air in, finding she had one of her little moments of happiness.
ALWAYS HISSIN RIGHT IN MY EAR
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