Friday Afternoon- the concert. Joanne/Melissa, G

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Everything was going perfectly.

She hadn't played a wrong note yet, she hadn't tripped or stumbled on stage despite the beautiful but too-high heels she was wearing. The girls playing with her were amazing, and the three of them were working together like a well oiled machine.

Yet the pressure was undeniable. Every time she looked out over the audience she could feel it, waiting for her like a monster at the end of a dark hallway. There were over a hundred sets of eyes watching the three of them on stage, but Joanne could feel only two. Two monsters, and there was no way she was running in these heels.

( Pressure )

Friday Afternoon- the concert. Joanne/Melissa, G

[death-to-pavlov.livejournal.com]

Everything was going perfectly.

She hadn't played a wrong note yet, she hadn't tripped or stumbled on stage despite the beautiful but too-high heels she was wearing. The girls playing with her were amazing, and the three of them were working together like a well oiled machine.

Yet the pressure was undeniable. Every time she looked out over the audience she could feel it, waiting for her like a monster at the end of a dark hallway. There were over a hundred sets of eyes watching the three of them on stage, but Joanne could feel only two. Two monsters, and there was no way she was running in these heels.

( Pressure )