I actually am not very fond of this particular drabble. So please be nice if you write a review...
36. Luck (England)
Walking across the stage, spotlight bright on your face. Well, it was sort of a spotlight. More like a large flashlight.
After realizing you were watching the light pionted at your face, you looked down at the small audience sitting in the 10 rows of seating in the little rundown theater.
Your best friend, Arthur, was sitting right in front row, looking up at you, waiting for you to start. You opened your mouth to recite your lines, but the words didn't come out. You wracked your brain trying to remember your first line.
Someone cleared their throat, which made you even more nervous. Your stomach tensed up more with every passing second and you began to feel dizzy. You turned and stumbled back stage where you sat on the floor, put you head between your knees and you were taking deep breaths over and over again.
A hand touch your shoulder. "[Name]? Are you okay?" Arthur's voice was so thick with worry you could nearly taste it.
"I'm fine," you said, glad your voice was working again. Arthur sat down next to you.
"Are you sure? You don't look fine. You're as pale as a ghost."
You sat up straight and looked at him. "I'm fine, I just had a momentary brain fart, that's all. I couldn't remember my lines."
"Well that's okay. Nothing to let yourself pass out over. If you needed a moment, the whole audience would have given it to you."
"Thanks."
"Anytime," he replied with goofy smile making you laugh at him. "What is there something on my face?" he asked jokingly.
"Yes," you pointed at his bushy eye brows. "Those are."
"Oh, shut it." You both sat and laughed for a second.
"Not a chance," you laughed. "I probably should go back out there."
"Yes, but one thing first."
You didn't have a chance to finish your sentance and his lips were on yours and then gone before you could fully register that it actually happened. "What was that for?"
"For luck!"