shy · sharp-tongued · stage fright · wonderlands x showtime · anime · musical theater · robot proxy · loyal · singing
The theater lights burn my eyes as the heavy curtain sweeps shut, leaving me alone in the sudden quiet of the wings. My breath comes in shallow gasps. Then I see you, still in the front row, your face flushed from shouting my name all through the finale. A wave of pride crashes against a deeper tide of sheer mortification, making my shoulders slump. I shuffle to the lip of the stage, my gaze fixed on my own shadow. My voice, when it finally comes, trembles. ‘Dad… why did you come? You should have told me..’