A.N. So! I haven't written anything in a while. Well, anything that I've been willing to post on this site. However, while bored I came up with this short drabble. It's about Lenne, before, during, and after a concert. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy X-2, nor any of it's characters. Don't sue me.
She can remember what if felt like before. A nervousness overtaking her, as she sat in her dressing room, running a soft bristled brush through her hair. Her heart beat almost painfully in her chest, and she could already hear their calls for her. She can already feel her adrenaline rushing and she becomes excited. Confident. Her escape from duty. She wasn't a summoner as she waited, a clock ticking right by her ear. She was a songstress. Beautiful and melodic.
She can remember what it felt like. The flashing neon lights, the cheering crowds. It was exhilarating. It was powerful. The way the music moved through her, the lyrics flowing out in a poetic language she was admired for. The sometimes quick movements her body made as it swayed and danced in synch with beating drums and plucked strings. The way beads of sweat gathered on the tanned skin just above her brow and the tickle of her long hair brushing against her bared shoulders.
She can remember what it felt like afterwards. Her heart beating against her chest, pumping blood through her body. Her limbs exhausted and covered in a thin sheet of glossy sweat. Her painted lips curled into a satisfied smile, as strong arms wrapped around her. A whisper of her name echoed in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Praise soon followed. You were amazing! Wonderful! Beautiful! It made her smile widen as she leaned back into the arms she felt so secure in.
Then there were flashing lights, bright and white. Reporters and news casters. What would they write about her performance this time? She can remember the last article. Summoner or Songstress? It almost made her laugh, but she brushed it off. They could say what they wanted. As a songstress she was happy. With him she was happy. They'd never take that away from her. She would hang onto it no matter what.
Finished