I walked confidently onto the stage in line, grin plastered onto my face and chin forever thrust into the air. I surveyed the audience and searched for my parents. My Royal father said that he would come to see the musical. I looked and looked, eyeing all the vague silhouettes in the crowd.
My father's signature coal-black hair and sapphire blue eyes were absent. If mother had attended, her creamy, ivory skin didn't stand out of the sea of observers. Once I reached my place at the left side of the ex on the stage, I'd come to a conclusion. I accepted that the King and Queen weren't watching.
I should just get used to it, I thought bitterly. It's always some meeting or a matter with the immortals. Father was never going to come… No matter how high my hopes are.
But I steeled myself. My chin did not fall and neither did my smile falter. I am Lianne of Conte, and as they say, 'the show must go on.'
(A/N) Hi!
This is sort of my view of how Jon would do as a father. Don't get me wrong, he'd do his best (as all fathers do). But then, there's always some 'King business' he needs to sort out. Kind of sad. Oh well. Can't pick your family.
Well, sorry if I rant but I just want to announce that we've finished with our culminating activity! I'm in Theatre Arts (club) and we had an awesome musical! I played Penny in the first show and was an ordinary chicken in the second and third. *Sigh* oh well. There's always next year. If anyone's wondering, our play was Honk! the Musical with excerpts from Pippin. Haha, The A/N is getting longer than my drabble.
Thank you so much for reading! I'd love reviews and it doesn't take that long to write one! Also, please tell me if I should post the third-person view for this one. I was just experimenting with first person! Thank you!
Warmest Regards,
Nell