introvert (n.) a shy, reticent person
The sound of raindrops crashing down, was constantly heard through out the car. Cars lined up, waiting to get somewhere that was still maybe miles away. People with coats and umbrellas, walking on the sidewalk.
Mom sighed, "We're going to be late is that okay?".
I shrugged in response, "don't ask me."
The sky was foggy, you simply could not see at least 5 feet away. A depressing day, as mom would call it.
ring! ring! ring! The phone went.
"Um yes hello?...Mr. Muschietti, we are going to be late again....Yes sir i understan-"
Soft murmurs are heard from the phone, in reply of when she speaks.
I look toward the window, starting to count the raindrops that splash on it.
one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twel-
"Y/n, darling?" she stops my count.
"Yes mum." i whisper.
"You are going to have to be brave today. You, my dear, are meeting part of the cast today."
i nod.
Maybe, they wont be as bad as i think.
"Remember what we practiced okay,"
"yes, mum," i say.
"Say it, darling its not that hard to remember."
"Muh-My nam-name is y-y/n and i am re-ready to fil-film."
We move slightly ever minute. I calculate the time.
We are going to be twenty-five minutes late.
I adjust my glasses on my face looking at the window.
one hundred-twenty-three, one hundred-twenty-four, one hundred-twenty-five, one hundred-twenty-six, one hundred-twenty-seven
The sleeves of my sweatshirt, fall past my wrists, ending in the middle of my palms. My hair holds itself up messily, with the help of my hair tie.
I grab ahold of my phone, plugging the aux cord into it. The soft strums of a ukulele is played through out the car, and i lean back into the leather seat.
Often i am upset, that can not fall in love but i guess, this avoids the stress of falling out of it.
I lean on the door, chin resting on my palm. The cloth of my sweatshirt, brushing across my cheek.
I take off my glasses, closing my eyes, enjoying the melody of the song.
Oooo I'll cut my hair, Oooo to make you stare, Oooo I'll hide my chest and figure out a way to fly us out of here.
I feel the car stop and i open my eyes. I put on my glasses and look around we are parked in front of a building, that has words on the side. I open the car door and step out into the rain. Now, it was only drizzling.
'Set 4' was what is written on the side of the building.
I close to door and follow my mother, who is already heading to the door.
I walk inside and see people.
More than a hundred people.
My breath goes to an unknown pattern, while my hands shake uncontrollably.
they won't like you
she won't care either
none of them will
Tears start to trickle down my face. I look at the ground until my mom and i get to where we need to be.
"y/n, darling." i hear mom say as we stop.
Before i look up at her, i quickly wipe away my fallen tears, trying to keep the rest from falling too.
I look up at her and see a door with the words,
"Table Room"
Mom fiddles her hand in her purse then pulls out one of my many inhalers,
"Here, darling."
I take it and hold it up against my mouth. I press down and feel the cold air fill my lungs. I take a deep breath and nod.
Her hand grips the door knob, my anxiety levels racing as the door opens.
