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“Who are we seeing tonight?” I ask my sister without looking up. She clicks her tongue as she packs things into a case to carry over next door.
“C’s favorite band.” She answers but earns a side eye from me.
“You know I tune her out when she talks.” I jest but post a final status for the night about joining us at the show and put the tablet to sleep.
“As Above is their name.” I nod at my sister’s words and purse my lips. The name rings a bell, but I can’t recall where from.
Must just be how much C talks about them.
“I know it’s not as much your thing, but it’ll be a great time,” Aurora comments as if she can sense some kind of worry from me.
She’s not entirely wrong.
“I know it will be. Any time I spend with you bitches is always fun.” It’s just the nagging anxiety that presents itself in a time of stress.
Y’know, like a time when you’re opening a new studio to showcase your creative pieces along with the people you spend all your time with. And if it fails miserably, you let down your sister, and your best friend, and your lifelong dream.
No pressure or anything.
I shake off the stagnant me and smile for my sister.
“We got this, right?” It’s the picking of my nails that I can’t shake off, though, and my smile that doesn’t last.
“Absolutely.” She nods enthusiastically, flips a flap over her bag, and throws the thing on her shoulder. “You should start getting ready.” With another squeezy hug, she takes off out of the room to do her job on the other side of the wall.
I shake my head at the mess I’ve gladly stepped into and grab the garment bags filled with pieces for tonight and the makeup bag. Heading for the bathroom, Jonathon stops me for a moment to sign off on some paperwork for the move.
“Aurora said you guys are going out tonight?” He asks casually as I read the paper I’m prepared to sign.
“Yeah, something at a bar called NightOwls. It’s an opening show for a band or something.” I answer and scribble on the clipboard once I agree to the terms of the shit there.
Businesses require so much fucking paperwork.
“Oh, no shit? It’s As Above there tonight.” Jonathon beams at the knowledge and accepts back the clipboard. “They put on a great show. I’ve seen them a time or two.”
As Abovebounces around in my skull like it’s a clue that I’m missing the mark on, but I smile for Jonathon and keep moving.
“You should come.” I throw over my shoulder.
“Yeah, maybe I will!” He shouts back before I slip into the bathroom and close the rest of the world out.
Getting ready proves to take longer than I suspected, and by the time I’m ready to finish up my hair, my sisters have joined me again.
I adjust the black sequined crop top I’m wearing around my ribs so that my tits don’t pop out the bottom when I reach up and pull the long sleeves back so that the adornments don’t catch in my hair. Mussing the strands, I give myself the messy wave look and apply hairspray to keep it in place.
Another glance in the floor-length mirrors and I approve of the exposed midsection I’ve only recently become comfortable with showing considering my softer belly that has slimmed a bit over the last few weeks. The black skinny jeans I wear help tone down the sparkle from the top, but the silver boots round out the grungy look I’m going for.
Aurora wears more sequins, her top a loose fitting V-neck tank that came from the same garment as mine. Her hair hangs loose and straight around her shoulders, but her destroyed jeans hug tight to her hips and open with boyfriend-cut ankles to show off her strappy heels.
Cedar, on the other hand, busts out of the stall with a reconstructed As Above T-shirt, holey black skinnies wedestroyed together, and chucks. She wraps an old flannel around her hips to tie it snugly there and smudges bright red lipstick on her plump lips like a pin-up girl.
“I’m so fucking excited, ladies.” She grins at us, runs a hand through her black hair, and tosses most of it over one side while she swipes a coat of mascara on her lashes.
“Well fuck,” I stare at my sisters in the mirror and have to breathe to keep the emotions at bay. I spent too much time perfecting these cat eyes to ruin them with tears. “You ladies look amazing.” I fan my face when Aurora wraps me up in a hug.
“Thanks to you.” She singsongs in my ear and spins away to smear glitter on her face and grab her camera.
We capture the moment with a few poses, both together and separate, post to social media for the content and load our asses into the car with giggles that bring tears to my eyes in a good kinda way.
