practice finished! spent hours getting humbled by choreography, then immediately found myself in front of the mirror documenting the aftermath like a proper survivor. but honestly? the face card remains untouched. baddest bitches ain’t in LA, they’re wherever I happen to be.
consider this my after-dark resurrection: completely unbothered by whatever rules were supposed to keep me in line. i came back to take the night by the throat, turn the music all the way up, and remind everybody exactly what happens when i decide it’s time to go hard.