Cammie never thought that the stage would be something like that, full of lights, decorations and mostly glitters. She'd worked closely with the Student Council (excluding the president) for the past few days and she didn't really expect it would turn out like it. Like she really was in France, centuries ago.
"You'll do great, Cammie." Rachel kissed the top of her head and disappeared from the dressing room. Her father had also kissed her good luck and left, knowing that his presence would just build more pressure on her. Macey had already made a video for her, she was doing cartwheels, cheering for Cammie and wishing her good luck. Bex and Liz had a bouquet of red roses delivered to her house to wish good luck. Everyone was just saying she'd do great, everyone was wishing good luck, there was just one person missing. Zach.
If Zach was just fooling around when he didn't bid on her, he wouldn't fool around the day of the play, right? It was practically a major event, something Cammie looked forward too. He wouldn't fool around this time, would he?
She just missed him. How long has it been since he last bugged her about random things? How long has it been since the last time he talked to her, serious or not? It felt like years ago already. She just missed it.
Her phone suddenly buzzed. Her heart stopped for a bit but when she found out it wasn't Zach, it was just one of her friends saying good luck, her hopes dropped. What if she just called him up? Tell him that he was sorry although she didn't know why she had to. It would probably change things. Not just things, probably everything.
"We're on in two minutes!" she heard somebody say, and then just like when Zach was around, her heart stopped.
F-E-A-R-L-E-S-S F-E-A-R-L-E-S-S F-E-A-R-L-E-S-S
F-E-A-R-L-E-S-S F-E-A-R-L-E-S-S F-E-A-R-L-E-S-S
She didn't know how it happened but she was up there singing her heart out. Two things made her shiver: weather and anxiety. The feeling that everybody's eyes was on you watching out for flaws and mistakes was crazy. Some person out there was probably watching her every move, whether her eyes twitched weirdly or her make-up was smudged or something.
She saw her mother and father with that look on their faces. The look of pride and anxiety. Pride for how their daughter was so good and the anxiety because of their fear that she'd trip or something. Cammie's eyes landed on her two best friends, who even brought banners saying Go Marie Antoinette!, and the others were just watching her with a yearning look on their faces.
Cammie loved the pressure of changing from an outfit into another in just a matter of seconds. When the lights in the stage would black out, she would have to go backstage really fast and change into a really multi-pound-weighing gown and then come back to the stage again…the adrenaline rush.
She was already past halfway the play but she still hadn't seen Zach. He couldn't be that late for the play. It was either he was sick or he just didn't want to see the play. A row reserved for student council was there, fully-occupied and Zach wasn't sitting on any seats of the row.
When they were singing the last song, she was glad there would be an after party. Maybe Zach would be there, maybe Zach was already there, preparing for the party, setting up the balloons and the drinks and everything. She sang the last note with so much hope. He would be there.