effy. capitol.

I'm a side character. It's fine! I'm the youngest child, I've been used to crossing the finish line last if I don't give up halfway through beforehand. Used to think it was my Achilles' heel but it's actually a really handy crutch at this age.

I've been crashing on Astrid's couch for a few months, but she told me she's moving in with her scary boyfriend with the scowl so I've gotta bounce in two weeks. I've slept over at work a few nights - well, I've taken naps between shifts, but same thing. Amazing what a fresh coat of eyeliner and a cardigan can do for appearances. People really think I shower twice a day!

Okay well, maybe not twice a day. My hair is permanently greasy but someone said it was very District-Twelve-miner-chic so I just stopped brushing it. Or maybe that was the smudged makeup, fuck, I can't remember. I was three litres of energy drink into a show rehearsal and I could hear my heartbeat in my ears so I just grinned dumbly and plugged in a spotlight cable through to the matrix console. Nothing blew up, so I kept on keeping on. Where my sister floats between interests and Wilder keeps trying everything until they find a beat that fits, I've always been obsessed with tech. Mom was horrified when I took apart my first tablet, but then I upgraded the battery on her smart watch and she stopped widening her eyes. My siblings are creative and I am... not. 

Being an audio engineer is creative enough yeah? Beep beep boop and the music plays, synced up with the light show and hologram performers. None of it possible without my brain connecting hundreds of wires to each-other. If that ain't art I don't know what is.