now you know
Sara's not really sure what it is that makes her body move at this point. Not after a 7AM start to the most insane day of her life. She doesn't think she ever danced so much in her entire career on the stage. Doing a show smack down in the middle of Tonys rehearsals and ceremony is something she swears happened in another lifetime. Running through the streets of New York to Radio City from the Nederlander so she could get there in time for a ceremony that includes her own God damn nomination feels like a fever dream. The fact Ana's been the one shoulder she felt most constantly by her side throughout it all is something she wants to keep to herself, wants to keep close to her chest. It's adrenaline, and some sort of deranged, unbridled joy that keeps the tank running. She can't describe it, surely not clearly enough for anyone to understand what the fuck she's saying. But her body is moving and she realizes far too late that she is kissing Ana.
Broadway RPF, Explicit, read on ao3.
