#colorlessrose

So I try going onto tumblr because I have a delayed opening at school and miss it here. And guess what? IT WORKED!!!!!! So, apparently my mum decided to block it at night, so that's a limitation, but I can still write during the day if I have time so *crosses fingers* BUT I CAN BE HERE-ISH!!!!!

Rose sat cross legged on her bed, staring down at her phone. It was her night off, and she thought maybe she'd call Rae or Missy or someone and ask them if the wanted to do anything. But then she realized that they were working. Something else caught her eyes interrupting her thoughts of what movie she would watch tonight. She saw a number she had put in her phone almost a week ago. The number of a guy she'd met in the common room who offered to teach her to play guitar. That would be much funner than sitting in her living room, alone, watching some random movie on Netflix. Her finger hovered over the screen of her iPhone, not sure whether or not she should press the number and call him. Would she be annoying him? Should she even try to make friends? It never ended we'll for her. But she really wanted to learn to play. And he seemed pretty nice, from the short time she spoke to him. Rose bit her lip, trying to work up the courage to call. Just suck it up! she thought, If this ends badly you'll never have to do it again. She pressed the number, holding the phone up to her ear before she panicked and decided to drop it or something. Rose took a deep breath and waited for him to answer. One ring... Two...

Rose pulled up in front of her apartment. It was nice to have taken the past few days off, especially with one if them being Valentine's Day. There were just so many couples at Mad T, it would have been so depressing to be there. She didn't know why, but she wanted something like that. She'd probably end up hurt worse than she had been yet. Friends were a big enough risk. She unlocked the door to her humble home, stepping into the dark house and feeling the wall for a light switch, they came on and she threw her jacket onto the couch. She saw something a bit odd, for her anyways. Someone had left a message in her answering machine. She picked it up and listened, biting her lip, confused by the fact that someone had been looking for her. All they had left her was for her to call them back. This was from only a few days ago, still recent enough that she would be expected to return the call. She picked up the phone and dialed the number, waiting for them to pick up. One ring... Two...

"Hello~! fancy a cup of tea~?"

She instinctively turned as the door swung open, seeing that it was a familiar face. She turned around quickly, and hid her face in her mug, hoping that he'd just leave so she could have her peace and quiet.

Rose sat in the lighting booth, sipping tea, and waiting until it was time to do something. The downtime before the first set was always so irritating, waiting for everyone to get there with absolutely nothing to do if you were ready, it was frustrating. She sighed, looking at all the buttons and switches in front of her, going over the purpose of each one, though she would only use a few. Rose turned around in her swively-chair, looking at a man as he entered. “Can I help you?” she asked politely, her hands fidgeting in her lap.

Rose sat in the wings, peeking at the band as they sang. She had nothing to do for the time being and had decided to lurk back here and very quietly sing along. She smirked as the band started a new song, dancing in place a little as she watched, amused by the way they all frolicked on stage. They were so lucky to be there. Rose heard someone's voice and jumped, immediately ceasing the dancing and singing to turn and look at the person nervously.

Rose walking quickly, keeping her head down. There were so many people here today... She clutched her cup of tea, dodging between people until she got to the Mad T Party. She hurriedly made her way backstage, trying to avoid eye contact by looking down at her feet. But halfway to her station she crashed into someone, her tea spilling. "Sorry!" she cried, bending down to pick up the cup. She looked at the person from beneath her lashes, "I'm so sorry!"