It was very noisy in the dressing room as the other boys laughed loudly and talked about their costumes and makeup. I sat at the vanity, the greasepaint and kohl blurring into a messy smear on my hands. I reached for my lipstick, my movements slow, but then I stopped.I caught my reflection in the mirror and my entire body froze. I stared at the boy in the glass, all the masks of paint, the hollow, haunted eyes and suddenly, I felt like I was in a whole different world. The hum of the club, the distant thumping of bass, the muffled chatter of the other dancers, it all vanished, replaced by a deafening silence that screamed in my eardrums. My thoughts seemed to slow down and I felt like I was staring at a stranger in the mirror, a puppet whose strings were being pulled."Zayn!"A voice called out as I felt a sharp jolt to my shoulder which snapped me back to reality. I gasped, nearly knocking my eyeliner over, and spun around. Eve stood there, the smoke from her pipe curling around he
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