#mindlessandcareless

[harmonizewithmyself]

[harmonizewithmyself]

in other news me and juliette and emily are all hanging out in march!!!!!!

just after emily gets back from london with my charlie mcdonnel i mean david tennant i mean rupert grint i mean alex watson i mean matt smith i mean benedict cumberbatch i mean souvenir !:)

and I can give her the thing I got her from SPACE tour that i never got to give her

and yeah it'll be fun lol

[harmonizewithmyself]

Happy birthday. I love you!!

This was it. This was her chance. Her chance to make it. Long hours of training and preparing, annoying her roommate. This was it. As she got out of the shower, she noted the time. She was running late. She pulled her dark blonde hair, still wet, into a messy bunny at the back of her head, and pulled on her dress. She looked in the mirror. Nothing could ever be right. “Stop obsessing, Hadar,” a post-it note on the counter read. “You’ll be amazing.” It was incredible how well Emily knew her.

She grabbed her bag, running out the door. The next hour was a whirlwind. Waiting in line. This subway. That block. That cab. No matter how long she had lived there, this city was still huge. She arrived at the theater, knocking at the previously instructed stage door. She paused before pushing the door open.  The city was alive around her, people bustling by. This was her chance. She rushed inside, and found the specified door. She shook hands with a semi-familiar man. The director. He led her to a different room, the auditorium. Kinda nerve-racking, standing on a Broadway stage. But she had done it before. She could do it again. It was just another audition. But this was her chance.

She handed him her headshot, smiled, positioned herself, and began singing, her powerful voice reverberating slightly off the empty space around her, but enough that she could still hear herself. The man listening was nodding thoughtfully, scratching things down on notepads. Once he even smiled. That’s all that matters, right? Her confidence increased as she held the song’s highest note, ending the song perfectly. He nodded furiously, writing, scribbling. “Thank you, Miss Baron,” he said, after a few seconds. “That was quite impressive. We will let you know soon.” The man gave her a quick smile, before escorting her out. Now was just time. Time to analyze her every breath and movement, time to stress to her best friend about the intricacies of the audition, time to hear Emily repeatedly tell her, “I’m sure you were amazing.”

Two days later the email came.

She procrastinated reading it as long as she could, terrified for yet another rejection.

She barely made it a sentence before breaking down.

 “Congratulations, you have been selected out of a large pool of applicants to play the coveted title character-“

This was it. This was her dream. These were her aspirations, hopes, wants, reassurances. This was everything. She had her chance.

And she made it.

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can I just say emily is the best writer in the universe 

[harmonizewithmyself]

i need to know why emily needed my follow forever

i need to know why emily needed my follow forever

[harmonizewithmyself]

I made another one...oh god I am dead 

[harmonizewithmyself]

this is all we've got so far. this is too good.