I've been rehearsing the same dance for over 4 hours. The same little shake of my hips, wave of my arms, and nod of my head over and over. I feel the camera in the corner, the beat of the music pulsing in my veins, and the feeling of sweat dripping down my face. I feel myself moving, yet I don't consciously move my body. The air feels fuzzy, the lights assaulting my eyes and I feel as if I could float away in this state. I feel and feel and feel. However, my blissful state is broken by the sudden cut of the music. A man in a purple suit comes stalking into the studio.
"It's pitiful how you think that performance is acceptable"
Startled by his sudden presence, I bow my head.
"Sorry sir, I thought I was getting better"
Alador Blight, the CEO of Abomination Records, a multi-millionaire, and unfortunately my father.
"Get back to work, I expect this perfect by tomorrow"
With that he turns away and walks quickly out of the studio
"Yes sir" I halfheartedly say as the studio door shuts in my face. We never exchange more than a few words.
I turn back and stare at the empty studio, heaviness finally plaguing my body. At this point it must be at least 9 pm. I walk to the speaker, preparing to plug in my phone and to begin rehearsing again, but I see a notification.
*The Luzura has posted*
I feel a smile etch onto my face and I almost click on it , but then I remember the camera. I quickly sign in and pull up my music to practice. Its always the same cycle, the same disappointment.
And God I hate this place
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A/N: This is kinda a preview. Idk If Ill continue this, but please leave comments if you want me to.
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When We Collide
FanfictionAmity Blight is your average pop star. Her parents own a record label and have been training her her entire life. Her singing is crisp and clear almost like a robot, her lyrics and generic, written by other people, and her dancing is cutesy and girl...
