Can this be called happiness...? || Closed RP || @ambereyed-raven
⇢☪ A subtle smile was glued to my lips all time. I spent most of my days on my boyfriend's house, trying to learn to communicate with my hands, laughing, filtring, and most of my nights on the club, singing my heart out, earning money to eat, talking with people, and more than that, with my raven. I thought life was perfect, that I could die peacefully and won't have any regrets. These days like a dream... My everyday life seemed like a fairytale. Vanitas never had a fight with me, and he supported me both psicologically and monetary, though I usually rejected the least. Every second was magic, as if we were on the clouds.
These days, turned upside down when a certain man showed up on my workhours. It was late, and my voice was at its peak, dancing among the musicians and reaching the audience's hearts. The director suddendly taked me back from the scenario, earning some whistles from the customers, saying that someone was waiting for me and that it had to be now. Startled, I walked over to the guy, who seemed to be searching people for a music record. I was chosen. The only thing I had to do, was to record my voice and send it over to the company, and I would get a contract with them. After the man leaved, I ran over to my lover, excited about the whole thing.
I asked for a break from job, which the owner of the shop accepted faithfully, giving my back a friendly pat. I had two weeks to record my best song ever. Of course, Vani was going to help. Spending all day on his house, and most of nights in it, I tried my best and filled the mansion with songs, picking the best, repeating takes and takes of the same phrase, recording on a not too noisy room while staring deep at amber eyes, smiling softly to me, encouraging me to keep trying. But, I won't lie, most time we slacked off, being lovely at each other.
And without noticing it, the day arrived. And I didn't had anything ready at all. I closed the door of the improvised studio, everyone forbidden to enter or to make any sound nearly 3 meters. The time was coming close, my lung begging for rest, my eyes tired and closing. But I made it. That's what I thought. The program mixed the multiple tracks with the music, balanced volume between them, just minutes left to reach a new day. Mail sent. 5 minutes late. Sighing, I hoped that it would be enough, passing out on the desk. As down arrived once more I went home, sleeping past the whole day.
Missing the important mail that reached my inbox.
"We can't listen to the track, it has an error that doesn't let us. Please send the file again as soon as possible, we have faith on your abilities as singer and we would like to have the record by the time we meet our boss. Sorry for all the trouble."
I click the next.
"In case you didn't notice the last mail, we ask for the track once more. Please send it before noon."
And the next.
"Ms. Hikari, please, we have less than thirthy minutes before the meeting. Can you send the file?"
And the last...
"We are really sorry, but our director said a singer who wasn't punctual wasn't qualified to work with us. Again, we are really sorry, because we hoped your voice would have a good impression on everyone."
Blink. All the mails were sent the day before. Blink. A hand rubbed unbelievably at the sight. A single tear slided, burning my cheek. If I just finished early. If I just didn't slack off. If I just... Didn't spent all that time with Vanitas... Slowly, a crescent rage born within my body. Teeth clenching. Eyes wide, cursing internally. I could be spreading my songs on the word by now. I could be singing on a big stage, people screaming my name. I could be living my dream... If I sent that track again. Two weeks of lost work.
That peaceful days, suddenly, broke today.
Phone ringing. I stare soulessly at the clock, a loud and persistent music forcing itself on my brain. I have to get ready, I have work. I don't have time for answer that thing. I'll choose a dress, and walk as calm as possible to the building, yes... Let's do that. Without noticing it, I found myself on the middle of the street, some good meters left to arrive the shop. My eyes catch a siluette looking at me, a roses bouquet it its hands. The shadow flashes a smile on my way, noticing me. My blood starts to boil. Steps approaching.
Vani.
As if possesed, my hands reject the flowers, throwing them as far as they could. Honey orbs surprised. A frown placed between my eyebrows.
It's all your fault.
Seconds later, my hands were acting by themselves once more. Grabbing his collar strongly, enough to hear a nail breaking, just adding anger to my actions. I can't think straight.
It's your fault...!
Shouting, my sore throat fires waves of pain at the sudden effort. It doesn't matter now. I feel my breath heavier, tears threatening to burst. Exploding. Rambling nonsense. I need to get this out of my chest now. Shouting...
「You...!!」Pause. Long inhale.「Who do you think you are!? Do you think you own my life, huh!? You think you understand me enough, huh!? Then guess what, I don't take ANY of your shit!! It's your fault I failed that fucking test! It couldn't be easier!! If you weren't there distracting the fuck out of me, I'm sure I could had make it!! But NO, YOU were THERE! Mind your OWN business, asshole!!」
