Her eyes lit up, sparkling under the warm stage lights. Dressed in dark robes and covered in green, her smile brightened as she took her final bow for the evening while the crowd erupted in applause. Every night (except Mondays) was the same thing.
At twenty-one years of age and still with the world at her feet, anyone would have expected Rachel to be bored of the same thing but the truth was, from the young age of three, the young brunette loved performing. She lived for the applause and praises of the audience, she lived for singing and most of all, she loved and breathed Broadway.
The curtain closed as the brunette stood back up. Her co-stars of the musical happily applauded her and congratulated her on a job well done.
"You did amazing. As always Rach." One of the girls spoke, which caused an even brighter smile to form on her lips. That was something Rachel never got tired of hearing.
To the outside world, people often thought she was a diva but to anyone that knew her, knew that even though she had a strong personality, deep down she was a really nice young girl. With every praise she got, she was often humble and with each one, she always returned the favor, especially to the people who performed right along side of her. They were all talented, gifted in fact and she knew that.
The praises continued as she made her way back to her dressing room. The room was at the end of the corridor, which was lined with photos of the past actresses that played the same character she was now in. It was always a surreal moment as she always took a moment to realize just how lucky she had gotten.
To anyone that didn't know Rachel, (or knew her story) they usually thought everything had landed in her lap like a neat little package but to be honest, that couldn't have been further from the truth. She had worked hard for everything, despite how everything seemed. She had her ups and downs, just like everyone. She had her own story. Rachel did know however that everything had happened for a reason (that's how she believed) and had made her who she was today.
As she sat down at her vanity, she peered into the mirror. Her green self reflected back on her and she took a moment to breath in deeply before exhaling. She didn't waste any time and slowly, she grabbed the makeup wipes and slowly started wiping away at the green the tinged her face.
It was only then that she was haunted by her memories and the love that she once had but lost. This love was greater than anything she had experienced and she never thought she would ever feel that king of love again. That didn't mean that she didn't look, nor go on dates. In fact, she was pretty, a kind of unusual pretty. She went on dates quite frequently and most guys would usually try to hit on her at a bar but none, usually compared to the standards that a past boyfriend had set so high.
She was sixteen when they first got together. Their backgrounds were so different but yet they managed to gel well together like cookies and milk on a cold winter's night. He was a star quarterback and had originally been dating a cheerleading where as she was the star of the Glee club and often branded as a nerd who often got bullied.
That all changed, she never knew how she got so lucky but somehow she had and he showed her the way love should be. Beautiful and carefree.
At eighteen, they were engaged to be married despite the negative comments that were mention about their age. For a while, they drifted a part but the love always stayed. Love wasn't a switch that was easily flicked and Rachel often thought about the football star one day though, she got the phone call she knew that would always haunt her for the rest of her life.
The call sent her off in a daze and for at least a year, she hid. Exactly from what? She couldn't tell you. Perhaps it was just life in general and the thought of never finding that love again.
It was only when one day that she was dragged out of bed, for an audition that would change her life forever that she finally caved. She learnt life went on and that just because a life was lost that, that they lived on and your own life kept going. If you didn't live it, what was the point of being a live? She was grateful for that day, the day the director took a chance on her. She knew he was the reason her life was saved.
An hour later, the green was almost gone. Tears had welled and had dried on her cheeks. Her thoughts slowly faded and when she heard a knock on the door, she quickly turned as she heard the creak the door made while being opened.
"Are you coming out tonight Rach?" The girl that opened the door was one of the young make up artists that usually helped the performers get ready before the show. Her name was Emily and with such a sweet sounding name, she looked nothing like you would think. She was blonde with hazel eyes. She was a little edgy with multiple piercings and on her face and tattoos that covered her arms. Still she was nice and Rachel had taken solace in the friendship the pair had formed.
Nodding, Rachel gave the blonde girl a smile. "Yeah of course, just give me a few minutes and I'll meet you at the front." Rachel said. Usually she wasn't big on going out but there was something about the night that had her thinking otherwise.
