Trauermarsch, Op. 13: LarghisSimo
(AU!cophine) (OOC!cophine) (AU!NOclones)
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Flashing spotlights.
The ocean of red and blue glowsticks beneath her feet.
Overzealous crowds shouting their names.
Her group mates spread on stage ready to play and belt out their award-winning songs.
Cosima's eyes shifted from left to right, adrenaline pumping into her lithe body. Her right foot tapped relentlessly on the floor, awaiting the prelude to their next song number. Her hands shook in anticipation, her toned frame bracing itself for the flurry of fluid moves to perform.
She swallowed back a wad of spit forming in her mouth. How she could not wait for her part to sing and strum her fingers on her precious electric guitar. Being on stage gave her such a euphoric rush. The excitement pulsed through her veins, banging against her skin as if each little blood cell making way were charged with electricity.
It itched.
It burned.
It clawed at her flesh from underneath.
She couldn't help it anymore.
She let out a deafening cry, her throat burning from the sudden outburst and strain.
"WHAT'S UP, LAS VEGAS!?" She held a confident stance, raising her hand up, the other holding her stage prop, a ruggedly painted Stratocaster, "WE ARE CLONE CLUB!"
A steady disco groove swam into her ear she bobbed her head alongside the beat. She jumped up and down, in perfect rhythm with the kick drum's pulse.
The audience roared, yelling their fan chants. Cosima has never been so at ease on stage despite all the tension one could get once performing. She had reached her peak. This was the life of a celebrity. They were the best rock stars the world has seen.
This was Cosima's perfect dream.
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Delphine awoke to the blaring alarm ringing in her ears. She brushed her blonde fringe aside and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
She bolted upright, seeing a tiny red light the side table. She immediately grabbed the touch screen device, checking which of her charges was in trouble at the moment.
"Oh no, number 21." She slipped her feet into her rubber shoes and ran as fast as she could into a white hallway. She passed a corner, skidding alongside the counter, "Open the gates, Angie!"
With a press of a button, the LED above the solid sliding doors in front of them blinked a couple of times, before letting out a loud buzzing sound, signaling that the glass panels were to open, "It's 21 again, isn't it?" Angie asked.
Delphine rushed into the enclosure, hearing Angie's faint voice in the background.
"Should I call for more help?"
"No! I got this!" Delphine's voice fading as she rounded another corner hurriedly. She stopped in front of a mint green door with half the panel covered with a transparent fiberglass. The woman inside was having a fit, like a toddler who just downed a liter of soda and was experiencing the sugar rush. She was bouncing off the walls, running around the room, waving a rolled up magazine in the air.
"Cosima! Stop it!" She slid her card key into a door lock and immediately grabbed the frantic woman as gently as she could, "Cosima! That's enough!"
"WE ARE CLONE CLUB!" The black haired woman screamed.
"Hey! Cosima!" Delphine tried to take the magazine from the patient, afraid that she might hurt herself. The blonde wrapped her arms around the shorter woman, aiming to get the latter to calm down.
"GET READY TO ROCK ALL NIGHT LONG, VEGAS!" Cosima giggled, while they both slinked onto the cushioned floor. Delphine finally halted the other woman from her manic episode physically, but Cosima's mind was still somewhere else, laughing her lungs out, "Delphine, the fans are waiting!" Cosima nudged the blonde and whispered, "Baby, must you hug me on stage? The groupies might go crazy again!"
Delphine couldn't help but feel a sharp pain in her heart as she rocked the fragile woman back and forth in a soothing manner to get her down from her high.
Patient number 21. Cosima Niehaus. Her once sane girlfriend that was now reduced to a mentally unstable person, hallucinating that she was one fourth of a famous rock band.
Her life as psychiatric nurse has never been so difficult.
This was Delphine's wicked nightmare.
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