Odd dream. Sitting in audiences of a talent show. People I know - but am not the slightest bit close to - who are on stage call me, telling me to hurry up. My parents' expressions reflect mine; their brows definitively raised.
I hesitantly get on stage, randomly standing behind one of the dance troop members.
"Not there," one of them whispers harsly, somehow managing to maintain her perfect smile as she looked towards the audience. I quickly shuffle to the right.
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After the performance and the departure of the audience, we needed our photos to be taken. A lanky figure entered, brown hair framing his face. His eyes peeked up from behind his chesnut locks, scanning over the ensemble before pausing briefly.
Our eyes locked.
In one smooth motion, he raised his expensive looking camera that dangled from his neck and snapped a picture.
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