❣ Pepper Steak - Alias Conrad Coldwood ❣
The show was definitely a good time. Mieke had been quietly clapping and even occasionally letting out a little “Woo,” which was her version of cheering and screaming. Thankfully, nothing horrifying had happened yet. Hopefully it would stay that way. Stunts had never exactly been her thing, but she was genuinely enjoying the show.
Her heart jumped a little at the mention of audience participation. Despite how incredibly unlikely she was to be chosen, she always tried her hardest to disappear into the background so nobody would notice and potentially choose her.
Once the spotlight stopped, it took a moment for Mieke to realize that it had stopped right over her.
“Oh. Ohhh. Oh no. Oh goodness oh no. Oh no uh oh oh no.”Her soft protests were drowned out by the cheering crowd. Hesitating, she felt tears build up behind her eyes, but she held them back. Crying while so many people’s attention was focused on her was a scenario she had literally had nightmares about.
She shakily stood up and debated between going up to the stage and just fleeing out of the building. Her reluctance to disrupt the show won out, and she made her way to the front of the audience. The people she passed would be able to hear a high-pitched whine that continued until she was face to face with the performers.
“Nnnghh hello,” she squeaked, then covered her mouth in shame.
Nice going, Mieke. Not awkward in the slightest.