Admiration (Sakura x Yokochi) @anemia-rp
It was an admiration. A quiet admiration for the guitarist buried beneath layers of her confident facade, concealed so well that no one ever questioned it. The thrill of anticipation, the heart race—it was the same feeling that she had during that first audition.
"You will be invited to…" The staff member’s voice cut through the silence, flipping through pages to search for an answer that held the weight of her chance of meeting him.
She didn’t respond, didn’t need to. Standing there, arms crossed, she waited. No one noticed the way her fingers tensed against her sleeves or how her breath hitched ever so slightly. No one ever did. That was the advantage of always looking tired—it made excitement easy to hide.
"Blare Fest. Please, Blare Fest." The thought surfaced like a whispered prayer, though what use did a demon have for gods?
"Blare Fest."
The corners of her mouth threatened to betray her by smiling out of excitement, but she kept her cool. A single glance over her shoulder, a quiet breath, and then—
“W-Well, I’ll be ready by tomorrow.”
