P H A E D R A
“so, like i know i’ve been here, done this before but i’m so nervous?” phaedra gently tucked her bottom lip under her teeth out of pure anxiety to get back on stage. she’d yet to grace the stage since over a year ago and she wasn’t quite sure what the crowd reaction would be. she held a glass of wine in her hand, swishing the contents around before she finished what was left. “i don’t think i’ve ever been such a wreck! tell me every little thing is going to be okay? cause it totally will, right?” her eyes widened a little as she waited for a response hoping for some sort of encouragement from her peer.
“that’s normal.” he assures through french accent, tugging the beer bottle’s rim away from lips. perhaps he knows how she feels to some extent --- while he doesn’t sing himself (unless in the shower), he DOES dance for audiences. “personally, i don’t think you have anything to worry about. your voice is amazing, you know.” phaedra isn’t on the A LIST for no reason. “just don’t think about it. when you’re on stage, tune everything out except for yourself. sing from the heart, let the lyrics carry you. you'll be fine.”