꧁𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝙰𝚝 𝙷𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑 ꧂[𝕁𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕎𝕪𝕝𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔]

♡︎prologue♡︎

Delilah's POV

I sing to them not having a gut to stare at the audiences even at 0.1 seconds. I know right? What kind of singer i am if I'm shy to look at them. I can't and I won't. I know it wouldn't end well. One mistake can lead to ruining the show.

Beyond the nervousness of performing, still love singing. We can agree that i love music more than people. And yet here i am performing. Music is been with me through my happiest days, difficult days, boring days, stargazing and traveling through the universes i created in my head. Music is comfort.

Everything is going perfectly. Tapping my foot to the floor through the beat,Looking at the staff picking the right note, and strumming every guitar string focusing on my voice,beat, note. Everything shattered in one glance at the specimen or should i say... Jake.

Nervousness crawl over my body, couldn't hold it till it spread all over my body. Fuck... VOMIT EVERYWHERE!! From the first row to second row. Embarrassment hits you like a bagguette throw by Thomas Jefferson telling you that you cant go to France. What the hell?!?! How can i hear a man from 1800. This is my History teacher's fault.

Laugh. Thats only i hear from my left to right ears. Looking at them. Throwing their head back from laughing. Filming me. Pictures are taken. Covering their mouth... Although its a good thing that I can't smell their nasty breath. One guy throw an egg at me... Its boiled. This is not my day

!!BLACK OUT!!