The Script

Do I Have To?

Destiny woke up with a start. The car had stopped in front of a huge amphitheatre.
"Goodbye, Dez." Her dad said cheerfully. She could tell he was exited and proud by the look on his face. "See you on television, I'll be watching!" Her dad kissed her cheek, and Destiny opened the car door, grabbed her drawstring backpack, and closed the door. She waved as the car faded back into the distance. A hand on her shoulder startled her, and she turned around.
"Hello!" A boy around her age said, splitting the silence. His face showed a pretty cheerful look, and he smiled.
"Hello, who are you?" Destiny looked at him, but didn't recognize him. She smiled back, and laced her hand and her prosthetic hand together.
"My name is Hunter. You're Destiny, correct?" He retracted his hand and stuffed it in his pocket. With his other hand, he ran a hand through his jet black hair, his ocean blue eyes sparkling.
"Yeah, I am. Are we supposed to be somewhere?" Destiny looked toward the amphitheatre. "Like, are you my guide or something?"
"Right on." He began walking, and turned around, looking back at Destiny. "Come on, don't want to be late."
Destiny jogged up to him, the wind blowing in her hair. "I'm here." She walked with him, falling into step with Hunter. Silence fell between them, other than their feet hitting the ground. As they got there, Hunter allowed Destiny in first, and she was greeted by a young woman, who looked in her twenties.
"Hi, Destiny. I'm Elisha, your stylist." Elisha smiled and waved.
"Hello." Destiny simply said, and smiled back. Hunter said that he had to go, and that he would see her before she went out on stage. Elisha guided her to a chair, which looked pretty professional. Destiny sat it, and rested her prosthetic arm on her lap. Elisha and her talked, as she styled her hair and added a bit of makeup, which was basically just mascara, foundation, and matte lipstick. Elisha pulled Destiny to a costume place thing, and allowed Destiny in there by herself for around 10 minutes while she picked what she was going to wear for the stage. The awkward fact was that she had a wall-long mirror that seemed to be staring at her no matter where she went. Picking an outfit, and trying it on, it worked well enough for Destiny. She stepped out of the closet-like room in white skinny jeans, a red plaid shirt with rolled up sleeves, and white Vans. Elisha approved of it, and sent her to a small room with a microphone stand and a small light on the ceiling. Hunter opened the door and greeted her, and telling her she was going to do great, although inside Destiny was paranoid on what would happen.