#letmymindwander

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!!!!!

Christine stood on stage, the auditorium was empty for a while between rehearsals. Hers had just ended, but she decided to stay a little. She closed her eyes, imagining a large crowd, gathered to watch a performance. To see the sights, to fall in love with the story. And as a performer, it was her job to draw in the audience. Especially if she was Prima Donna. She pictured herself in a magnificent gown, on an empty stage. She opened her mouth, singing an aria she had learned when she was very little. She could hear the orchestra accompaniment, her voice projecting so that she could be heard everywhere in the auditorium. No microphone, but she knew that even in the nose bleed, there'd be no trouble making out the words. She felt like she was flying, a glee filling her that she only ever found while performing. This is what she was meant to do, she knew it. She was a singer, it was her purpose, her world. The aria ended, filling Christine with a melancholy feeling. It was always bitter sweet. The applause where rewarding, but they were nothing compared to actually singing, seeing the audience in awe. She opened her eyes, the imaginary music leaving her ears to be replaced with clapping coming from near the doors. Christine blushed, spotting the person. "Hello."

missing anyone?

Christine stuck her key in the lock, turning it and pushing the door open. She walked into the house, looking around. This was only time she was seeing it, have stayed at Granny's until she found a place to stay. And she had. Sarah, the girl she was sharing this place with had put an advertisement in the newspaper, looking for someone to share the place in. They got along well, both being into theatre and dance, and now they were roommates. Hopefully they'd be good friends too. Christine walked into the kitchen, seeing Sarah sitting there with a drink. "Hey," Christine went over to the table, sitting in one of the chairs, "What's up?"