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MHA #2 | Friday Morning
Mar. 19th, 2021 05:30 amAnnie had been barely able to concentrate on class -- she was lucky she could tap dance pretty much in her sleep if she needed to, and hadn't attempted to make today, like, interpretive dance day -- after the email she'd gotten from Vought on her way to the school this morning.
They wouldn't have even emailed her if she didn't have a shot, right? Unless they just sent one of those out to every heroine on their roster, and that was certainly possible. But. Annie also knew that...well, frankly, Starlight outshone a lot of those women (so to speak.) She didn't win all those awards for nothing, after all.
Annie could barely think straight with the adrenaline she was feeling thanks to the sheer possibility that this opportunity might pan out, even as she was trying so, so hard not to get her hopes up. Though, if it did work out, what would that mean for her life here -- nope, not getting that far ahead of herself. She probably wouldn't get it, and there was no reason to start raising questions like that. (But she would have to move to New York, so -- there was that to consider.)
She had texted Diego while she grabbed coffee for the both of them, letting him know she was on her way over, but she still called out a, "Hey," as she let herself into his apartment, balancing the coffees and her tap shoes as she bumped the door shut with her hip.
[for the boyfriend! edit: and now non-worksafe.]
They wouldn't have even emailed her if she didn't have a shot, right? Unless they just sent one of those out to every heroine on their roster, and that was certainly possible. But. Annie also knew that...well, frankly, Starlight outshone a lot of those women (so to speak.) She didn't win all those awards for nothing, after all.
Annie could barely think straight with the adrenaline she was feeling thanks to the sheer possibility that this opportunity might pan out, even as she was trying so, so hard not to get her hopes up. Though, if it did work out, what would that mean for her life here -- nope, not getting that far ahead of herself. She probably wouldn't get it, and there was no reason to start raising questions like that. (But she would have to move to New York, so -- there was that to consider.)
She had texted Diego while she grabbed coffee for the both of them, letting him know she was on her way over, but she still called out a, "Hey," as she let herself into his apartment, balancing the coffees and her tap shoes as she bumped the door shut with her hip.
[for the boyfriend! edit: and now non-worksafe.]
