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33 - Queen of Asgard

Track Thirty Three: Queen Of Asgard

Album: Age of Ultron

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Diana

My hand reached down to fix my stockings, grimacing as my long braid moved forward to whack me in the face during the process.

I huffed moving it back in place as I tried to keep myself from screaming, "Can I go back to my room now?"

Dad looked over to me as the elevator doors opened, "We literally just got here," he chuckled.

"Yeah, but I really don't feel like I'm in the mood for a party right now. I need to prepare for tomorrow."

"You've been practicing for months Diana, you need to take a small break."

I shook my head, "Dad, a small break is going to the washroom, not going to a loud party the night before," I gestured to the obnoxious sight before us.  

The penthouse looked to be crowded beyond hell. There must've been an age requirement over thirty to get in though. Everyone was drinking and laughing at god knows what while the music blasted around the room.

"Oh come on Butterfly, you love parties," dad told me.

My lips went into a fine line smile, "I guess."

Dad practically dragged me towards the bar where Natasha was mixing a variety of drinks and handed him two glasses.

"I know you're upset Glenn didn't show up with Colette tonight, but we can still have fun."

"Yeah, what a shame," I rolled my eyes.

Apparently mine and Colette's shared hatred was unnoticeable to our fathers.

"Tony even brought a karaoke machine. Hey, maybe we could sing something together tonight!" He grinned. "Wouldn't that be fun?"

I tried not to show it but I couldn't help but cringe, "Yeah... I don't think that's the greatest idea tonight."

"What? Why not?" He frowned, "Don't you wanna see your old man serenading the crowd?"

I gave a half smile, "I don't really wanna risk losing my voice tonight, but I won't stop you from singing anything," I tried to cheer him up.

"By myself?" He playfully scoffed, "Oh yeah I'll definitely go up there and sing Hamilton by myself."

"That's the spirit! Can I leave now?" I asked in an overly excited tone.

"No!" He matched my energy.

I groaned, throwing my head backwards.

He rolled his eyes and handed me my coke in a wine glass, "Just stay for a little longer, okay? Tony made sure kids are at the party tonight. You've been working too hard. Try to mingle a little."

Dad gave my hair a quick ruffle before walking over towards a group of old vets from the rotary club he and Sam were a part of, "Just take a breath and relax."

I let out a small sigh and looked around the room, "Yeah. Mingle..." I clenched my glass a little tighter.

It wasn't that I didn't like parties, it was that I just wanted to be perfect for tomorrow. I didn't have the time to sit around and mingle with people. I need to make sure this performance is magnificent.

There couldn't be any stuttering, no blocky delivery, no stiff movements and of course no voice cracks.

I glanced down at my clock that read 8:15. The sun had just set and the party looked to be in full swing. If I stayed until 8:30 I could easily sneak back to my room and rehearse until 10:30, eleven at the latest, and be prepared to head in for nine the next morning.