Sophia:
Pretending I felt more prepared to go on stage tonight, I sat in the chair for hair and makeup as the three people assigned to me worked to curl each strand of my hair, paint my lips to perfection, and dress me like a doll.
The fabric of my costume whispered against my skin, each layer a promise of the character I was about to embody. The girl, the character I was about to step into, was nothing more than a role, though, and I had to remember that. As Weston's collar was fastened around my neck, I realized it wasn't the same as last night's. I couldn't help but wonder how many of these things he had. The thought was fleeting as I heard a crashing sound behind me. I turned to see Logan getting tripped up on an amp that shouldn't have tripped him up.
I rose to my feet like my su
