Before I knew it, the choreographer was in front of me.
"You need to dye your hair grey so you don't get attention from the audience, make your movements sharper when needed, don't make facial expressions, including smiling, and lastly, you need to lose some weight, 10 kg to be exact." He
finishes and looks up from his clipboard, moving on to the next person as swiftly as he came, not noticing the pain on my face when leaves. My face falls as I exit the warehouse, gathering my stuff before heading into the nearest restroom. I lock myself in the first stall I see, dropping my bags to the floor as I start to rummage around trying to find my little piece of metal. I finally feel its cold, smooth surface between my fingers I pull the blade out and drag it across my skin, making a pattern. I quickly grab the gauze and tape from my bag before the blood has enough time to drip down my arm. After bandaging myself, I head out the door acting as nothing happened. I walk over to the elevator and go down to the lobby, then start my journey home, ignoring the stinging of the new cuts I made.
Sorry guys, I know this was a really short chapter!!! Love you!!!