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Feb. 9th, 2020 10:25 amEverybody gets stage fright.
All the world is a stage, even if you don't realize it, but a Flying Grayson is acutely aware of such things. Everything depends on the audience reaction, and there's nothing harder to please than an audience of one.
The irony was that he rarely got stage fright over asking a girl out that he wanted to date. Maybe it was because most of the girls he dated were friends or fellow superheroes (or both), but the anxiety was kind enough to stop itself at nervousness always before.
He was at school, after school, because ambushing her anywhere else was creepy bordering on stalking. He'd occasionally checked up on that jewelry store, in case he caught her browsing, and felt an odd sense of disappointment when he didn't-- he couldn't understand it; criminal recidivism was one of pet peeves, and he should be nothing but pleased by a potentially successful rehabilitation!
Except recidivism was a lot more believable than rehabilitation. Those were the facts, the statistics, he reluctantly concluded, and so he was reluctantly going to try and get closer to her. He had to figure out that spell of hers. What had made him give up before?
It was sort of convenient that Piper didn't attract crowds. That at least saved him the trouble of interrupting a conversation she might be having. What it didn't do was give him a final second to take a deep breath and steady himself; no, he dove immediately, plunged into freefall and walked right into her line of sight.
There is no hiding on a stage.
He smiled, and his stomach twisted, and then it was nothing but impact.
"Hey, are you busy later? I mean, is no one -- is anyone -- waiting for you? I'd like to talk to you for a minute, if you don't mind."
All the world is a stage, even if you don't realize it, but a Flying Grayson is acutely aware of such things. Everything depends on the audience reaction, and there's nothing harder to please than an audience of one.
The irony was that he rarely got stage fright over asking a girl out that he wanted to date. Maybe it was because most of the girls he dated were friends or fellow superheroes (or both), but the anxiety was kind enough to stop itself at nervousness always before.
He was at school, after school, because ambushing her anywhere else was creepy bordering on stalking. He'd occasionally checked up on that jewelry store, in case he caught her browsing, and felt an odd sense of disappointment when he didn't-- he couldn't understand it; criminal recidivism was one of pet peeves, and he should be nothing but pleased by a potentially successful rehabilitation!
Except recidivism was a lot more believable than rehabilitation. Those were the facts, the statistics, he reluctantly concluded, and so he was reluctantly going to try and get closer to her. He had to figure out that spell of hers. What had made him give up before?
It was sort of convenient that Piper didn't attract crowds. That at least saved him the trouble of interrupting a conversation she might be having. What it didn't do was give him a final second to take a deep breath and steady himself; no, he dove immediately, plunged into freefall and walked right into her line of sight.
There is no hiding on a stage.
He smiled, and his stomach twisted, and then it was nothing but impact.
"Hey, are you busy later? I mean, is no one -- is anyone -- waiting for you? I'd like to talk to you for a minute, if you don't mind."
