Benita Gisele Yenifer Álvarez (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} callmesenorita) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} 20somethings, |
"Barista," she said with an anxious laugh, raising her free hand pathetically. Her breathing was coming fast and hard, and she felt nearly on a verge of a panic attack. Acting had never made her nervous before - what the hell was going on? When she noticed he followed her, she looked up at him and tried to focus only on his friendly, easy-going face. "Sorry," she said, for seemingly no reason, out of nowhere. She just... didn't know if she could do this.
"I don't know..." the words didn't come out though. She closed her eyes. "I'm trying to remember my first opening night as a lead, the rush, you know? How do you do? Deal with nerves?" She asked the last bit quietly, as if she didn't want to admit out loud that she was nervous and drowning.