braggadocio.
@ftinyoung / fright fest ‘18, backstage at the concert.
one hand wrapped around her middle across the waist of her blue overalls. she must look like a funny sight, a scowl painted across her face, with a banana shaped hairclip pinning back one side of her hair. she’d just come off fright fest’s main stage, and to say the least she was feeling . . . underwhelmed.
pros: opening the show is pretty cool. cons: they sang one song of their own, because fuck the track she and jiae wrote, right? and by the time siren closes the show at midnight . . . no one is going to remember the five girls dropping bananas all over the stage.
her grip on the coffee cup in her hand tightens. they’ll be closing the show one day, she knows it. if siren can do it, then they can too, if the company plays their cards right.
suhee scans the room for a friendly face, and sees a group of people in costume being brought in by staff. she squints to get a closer look oh? inyoung? she nods to herself in understanding. they were using trainees for shit at the event. she skips over to inyoung and paints on her smuggest, most pleased face, gently pulling her away from the gaggle of the trainees who’d been told to wait for their next instruction.
“ hey! did you see me out there? ” she asks, with a flip of her hair over her shoulder. the smile on her lips is friendly, but the look in her eyes “ did you see? we were good, weren’t we? ”
in truth, suhee doesn’t have many friends like inyoung ( doesn’t have many friends at all ). girls who are the opposite to her, girls who aren’t only in it for themselves. perhaps she’s been taking advantage of it all these years.