You're My Superstar!

Chapter 11: Talk To Me

     I hummed softly to Hidden in the Sand. It was a relaxing song for me. In the background I could hear waves crashing and I think even the sound of seagulls calling.

     I let out a sigh and got out my sketchbook, "What the heck am I supposed to draw?"

     My first instinct was to draw some roses or something. I was good at those.

     Those are sooo boring though. There's no challenge!

     Cleaning's always on option, I told myself, But I'm not really up to it right now.

     I thought about it for a moment. I was a little tired, I suppose, because I had woken up so early and fallen asleep so late. But I didn't want to risk being caught or anything...

     "I'll just try to take a short nap," I decided.

     I laid my head down on my desk and stared into space I knew the thought of actually falling asleep was unreasonable, considering how long it always took, but there was nothing else I really wanted to do.

     My eyes closed and I got lost in my thoughts.

     The show was pretty awesome, I told myself, And I got tons of pictures, too! It made me happy to see them enjoying themselves. I feel kind of sorry for Chica though... I'd promised her that I would come to all of the performances, which technically I've been doing, but never for more than about twenty minutes. I wonder if she's noticed...

      Shows spanned from about half an hour to an hour. I'd been told by Vanessa that the longest and biggest performances were always held at the beginning and end of every day. Something about "encouraging people to come early and stay late."

     Stay late... You can't really ever "stay late" can you, Y/N? You always have to run off and be by yourself for no real reason! So what if it's loud? What if it's a lot? You could manage for the first fifty minutes, so what happened to the last ten?

     That harsh realization hit me like a punch in the gut. Ten minutes, Y/N. That's how much time was left in the show when I ran away. And now here I am, cowering in Parts and Service like a wimp, I groaned, I'm so stupid!

      Warm tears pricked the corners of my eyes, and I closed them tighter.

      I'm so stupid for leaving them. I'm so stupid for breaking my promise. I'm so stupid for-

     "Shut up!" I yelled, "Just. Shut. UP!"

     I'd sprung out of my seat, and I found myself screaming at the floor. My breathing was heavy, and I was gripping my pencil tightly in my hand.

     A moment later, a metallic finger tapped my shoulder, "Uh... Lass?"

     I shrieked, dropping my pencil. When I turned around and saw that it was just Foxy, I put a hand to my chest. "Geez, Foxy! You've gotta be the third person to scare me so far since yesterday!"

     "Animatronic," he corrected, "But lass, if ya don't mind my askin'... What was that all about?! What'd the ground ever do ta ya?"

     I stiffened, "Uh..."

     "Don't you 'uh...' me! I'm seriously concerned for your sanity, Y/N!"

     "I can assure you Foxy," I laughed, "I'm perfectly sane."

     "That whole 'shut up' display says otherwise. Do I need to tell Ness?"

    He got me there, "No! No, um... actually, I can tell Vanessa on my own! So... yeah? All good?"