haven't been feelin myself lately eluding these walls that contain me burn mona lisa you're not as perfect as i thought you were keep your eyes locked on me --
Ah, summer. It seemed almost impossible it was nearly half over. Only almost. For months, Willa had been looking towards summer break as a time when she’d finally be able to kick back and enjoy being lazy for once. Truth be told, it felt as if she hadn’t stopped moving since January and it wasn’t entirely an exaggeration either. After a minor bout of seasonal depression over the holidays, the young woman had thrown herself into practically every activity -- extracurricular and not -- she possibly could have managed. It had been terrifyingly easy to spread herself a little too thin between her classes and the spring shows, not to mention the opera that had needed extra dancers. Between rehearsals and finals and work
, she’d thought for sure she was going to lose it before it was all said and done with. Somehow, she’d managed. She only hoped no one would ask her how because, beyond a couple wild nights out and more than a little alcohol consumed, she wasn’t entirely sure how.
The end of the semester had come like a giant sigh of relief. She could finally breathe again. For a little while, at least, or so she’d thought. But while her classes were over and most of her commitments seen through, she hadn’t slowed down at all. She’d taken on extra shifts waitressing to help cover the moving costs from finally getting out of Haven Hill. It had the added advantage of also keeping her out of the nightclubs after the last debacle. Which wasn’t to say she was necessarily scarred enough to remain out of them entirely but ending up out of your mind and wandering around in a forest for hours had enough of a sobering effect that she’d cut way back on her partying recently. Add to that her newly minted roommate being definitively On The Wagon and she, for the most part, had been behaving herself. Behaving herself, however, meant she had to find new ways to get around the magic constantly compelling her to give into it.
Even without her usual way of giving in just enough to the curse to abate it, she managed to get by (that one slip up with Tib notwithstanding) unscathed. Then June had brought with it a return to something of a routine, thankfully. It wasn’t the same class-work-rehearsal-work-class rotation but it was something to help burn off a little of that extra energy produced by the magic attached to her. Which was frustrating in and of itself because she couldn’t even honestly say she was exhausted by. Not physically, anyway. There was always a sort of mental toll it took -- knowing it was there, knowing it was dictating her decisions even when she was resisting it. Emotional too, she supposed, for the weight of the necklace around her neck and what it represented never let her feel quite at ease. Her outer appearance rarely showed how much it taxed her and day after day, no matter how long or grueling her schedule had been, she was bright eyed and bushy tailed come nightfall when the magic was its most potent. But having a schedule did help some. If only in taking her mind off it.
The distraction came in the form of a festival. Student-run and with the intent on recruiting enrollees into the world of student theater, Willa had been up to her elbows in preparing. Between actually moving and her job and the festival, the last month had flown by with impressive speed. Apart from the initial brainstorming session between her and others in the department, she hadn’t actually planned on being heavily involved. In the end, however, she’d found herself entrenched in not only the planning but the execution. She couldn’t complain too much -- she’d also gotten to be apart of the performance showcase. Probably a little too involved in that, actually, if she thought about it hard enough. Agreeing to being three different performance groups for the same showcase was a stretch even for her but, thankfully, rehearsals had gone smoothly enough. And only one of them required her to dance.
To her relief, they were spaced well enough apart she wasn’t rushing around doing quick changes and contemplating the mercy of death beneath the California sun in the height of summer. In fact, having finished the first of the three performances (a shot comedy sketch that was mostly improvised and one, she was proud to say, had garnered more than a few laughs during the runtime), she had found herself a shady spot to watch some of the others before she had to get ready for the next one. Tucking her legs beneath her on the grass, the water bottle she’d snagged from backstage clutched between her palms, she watched her classmates on the short temporary stage. Having taken over the quad for the day, the crowd was a mixed bag of students both current and prospective. Was she particularly invested in whether or not any of them chose to study the arts? Not really, but it was always interesting to see what sort of people were drawn to it.