It's so easy to remember her confusion from the night. The nagging feeling that something isn't right quickly turning into a pit in her stomach, the way her notes fade the moment she realizes that the crowd isn't just watching her perform. About now, the instrumentals continue ringing in the theater, but there's no voice accompanying it. The shouts get louder, more desperate, violent. Fear ripples in the audience, quickly worming its way over to the stage, and —
( "When an altercation finally erupted in the crowd during one of her performances, it was the first such incident in four years." )
She thinks she can hear Boxer's shouts from the other side of the stage, as she leads JJ to the back. Down ornately decorated hallways, past a half-open door with racks of dresses, a vanity mirror. Straight out into the fresh air, hopefully, where the nightmare hopefully ends.
No time to answer, not yet ( hopefully not any time soon, but she knows that's not how this works ). ]
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It's so easy to remember her confusion from the night. The nagging feeling that something isn't right quickly turning into a pit in her stomach, the way her notes fade the moment she realizes that the crowd isn't just watching her perform. About now, the instrumentals continue ringing in the theater, but there's no voice accompanying it. The shouts get louder, more desperate, violent. Fear ripples in the audience, quickly worming its way over to the stage, and —
( "When an altercation finally erupted in the crowd during one of her performances, it was the first such incident in four years." )
She thinks she can hear Boxer's shouts from the other side of the stage, as she leads JJ to the back. Down ornately decorated hallways, past a half-open door with racks of dresses, a vanity mirror. Straight out into the fresh air, hopefully, where the nightmare hopefully ends.
No time to answer, not yet ( hopefully not any time soon, but she knows that's not how this works ). ]