Late Night on Bluebird Pier
WHO: Lucy-Marie and whoever else wants to meet the singing girl on the docks
WHEN: Wednesday, July 28- Evening
WHERE: Bluebird Pier
WHAT: A ruined day can only end on a sweet note with songs from Wicked and a chilly night on the pier.
Hands touch, eyes meet- sudden silence, sudden heat
hearts leap in a giddy world.
He could be that boy... but I'm not that girl
Don't dream too far, don't lose sight of who you are,
don't remember that rush of joy.
He could be that boy... I'm not that girl
Lucy dangled her feet off of the edge of the pier, her voice carrying along the lonely pier with only a few souls brave enough to stand the chilly ocean air. She leaned her forearms on the bottom rail and stared down at the dark, crashing waves rolling onto the beach. It must have been a few hours since she had come here, it wasn't dark when she first arrived but now the sun had long since dipped over the horizon and the last bit of pink faded at least an hour ago. She hadn't bothered to go home, she could just tell her mom that they called her into the aquarium or something- and she really didn't want to explain her lack of peppiness right now.
It wasn't like she was horribly heartbroken over what happened, she expected it since Alfred had first told her about Dewi's boyfriend, but it didn't mean that the confirmation had made it any easier either. At this point all she really wanted was som good luck to come her way- she was really getting tired of boys too. Or perhaps, she thought, maybe it wasn't even boys- just her own selfish dreams and fantasies. Sighing, she continued her song;
don't wish, don't start
wishing only wounds the heart,
there's a girl I know,
he loves her so,
I'm not that girl.
And promptly buried her face in her arms. It was stupid- why was she so close to tears? She should just suck it up and continue on- it was so pointless! To cry over someone who still obviously cared but-
God what was wrong with her.
She rubbed her eyes hard, sniffing slightly and trying to get rid of the uncomfortably warm feeling that was only getting worse. This was really, really stupid.