AN: My favorite couples are Bat and Tandré, and I've already done two Bat fics, so I figured it was about time for a Tandré. Somehow it got stretched into including everybody. Please, please PLEASE review! Reviews of any kind make me HAPPY!
Wish
Day is a time for actions; night is a time for wishes.
Trina Vega could fall asleep standing up if someone pressed a pillow against the back of her head. She'd always been like that; ever since they were children, Tori would stay up all night watching the stars and listening to her music and she would crash into bed unconscious. But she never really minded; anything she missed was made up for in the vivid brilliance of her dreams.
She never told anyone about her dreams, not a single soul. They were hers and hers alone – something to look back on, look forward to, treasure when stress wore her thin. One dream in particular brought a smile to her face even when asleep, and she never tired of it, no matter how often she dreamt it.
She was onstage, somewhere in New York, with tier upon tier of admiring faces staring down at her, sometimes applauding wildly, sometimes reverently silent. The sleek black dress hugged her every curve and cut off to expose her gloriously long legs. Her heels clicked across the stage in perfect time to the music rising from the orchestra pit, and the background dancers faded in comparison to the shining star that was Katrina Vega.
This in itself was nothing; people dreamt of Broadway all the time, surely someone could understand, even dream with her. But there was a reason Trina kept this buried deep in the back of her mind, accessible only when fantasy encroached on reality's boundaries. See, in the dream the golden voice, the voice that angels themselves envied, pouring from Trina's mouth wasn't Trina's.
It was Tori's.