015: Dance

Lara

I finish applying lipstick to my pouted lips.

I believe my reflection is lying because it’s showing me a very calm and confident person, and right now, I don’t feel like that at all. I only have twenty minutes before I get on stage and show Ambrose what I’m worth. The man will probably be there, and then I’ll find out shortly afterward whether my practicing has paid off.

Naturally, this is making me very nervous. It’s not something that is certain and there’s always the chance that it won’t go the way that Ambrose predicts.

That scares me more than anything.

I put the cap on the lipstick. It clicks in place. I then l put the lipstick down and step back a little.

I’m dressed in a black and red ensemble. The bra is lacy and pushes my breasts upward, making my breasts look fuller and sexier. The black thong I’m wearing is a sharp contrast against the pale skin of my was. My stockings are in place, and they feel silky when I touch them. My heels are miles high. My skin is glitt