🫀|Luka×[ALNST]

Luka was perfect in everything. On stage, in everyday life... everywhere. Not allowing himself even the slightest mistake, he exhausted his body so much that he sometimes lost consciousness during rehearsals, sincerely believing that he could not afford to make mistakes during performances. After all, a mistake would cost him dearly.

But this time, everything was not going as he wanted, everything was completely out of his control, and that added to the stress. There was only an hour left before the performance, but the speech still did not fit in his head, no matter how many days and nights he repeated it, the words got mixed up in his head, and completely incoherent phrases came out of his mouth. His makeup was completely wrong, his movements were uncoordinated and sluggish, and, as luck would have it, he had forgotten to bring his rings and bracelet from his room.

Sitting in the dressing room, Luka was burning with irritation over all this. Tears of helplessness welled up in his eyes, his voice broke, and he looked at himself in the mirror with disgust, trying to fix his makeup or see something even remotely decent in his reflection. Luka was tired.