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A few days after my previous dream, I had a really nice/embarrassing one at the same time. Probably because I was up all night reading and watching and searching up Hakuouki game threads... i cant help it, it's my favourite game =w=

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I'm backstage in a gigantic theatre hall, comparable to one on a famou broadway production. The lights are on strong on the stage, there is a full audience who is quietly taking in the performance, and we're all dressed in the clothes from Hakuouki. I'm playing the role of Okita Souji, a guy in the game, though I'm a girl. The other actors are all guys as well, except for one other girl who plays the character of a girly looking person anyway. I'm standing around in the wings of the stage, swinging around my fake sword and waiting for my turn to step into the bright lights, when the person acting as Saito Hajime appears from behind, and asks

"shouldn't you be memorising your lines?"

I return my sword to my waistband, and look at him with a casual expression, telling him it's alright since I pretty much understand the gist of what's about to happen. It's only a short while later when i realise that interaction is something i had not prepared for. I quickly reach for the script lying on an unused speaker and start browsing through my lines. Shit! I didn't know my scene was this long, and there were so many speaking bits on my part to top it off. It was a main scene in the piece, and i didn't even memorise a single line, and this was the opening night!

I scan through the lines, trying my best to remember even just a little bit here and there, but it's completely no use, i can't even seem to remember my first sentence, let alone the pauses when other characters would be speaking. An actor enters the wing from the stage , the audience erupts into applause at the closing of a scene, and someone tells me that it's my turn next to step onto stage, no closing of curtains, no sound cues, no one else to follow next to me. I gulp, i haven't even memorised the first paragraph, and i don't even understand what's going on in the play (so much for casual sword swinging). The audience becomes silent as they wait for something to happen on the stage, but nothing happens. I'm clutching onto the curtains from the wings, looking at the large expanse of empty stage, breathing nervously and hoping that the lights would suddenly malfunction and the show would be cancelled. But nothing happens, and i'm still standing there, minutes later, while the audience begins to murmer, puzzled, as to why the story is not progressing. A voice comes over the intercom then, announcing that the first act is over, and that there would be a 30 minute interval. As the audience leave their seats, i slump against the curtains and grip tightly on my sword in relief. A woman appears from the dressing room doors then, hands folded across her chest and eyebrows furrowed in disbelief.

"What happened?" she asks, half angry and half worried (but more angry as far as i can see)

I refuse to respond to her, not wanting to admit that i hadn't in the least bit prepaered for the show. We remain in that inquiring-defiant pose for what seems to be minutes, but in actual fact it's only been a few seconds. Then, she sighs and shurgs her shoulders.

"Whatever, just make sure it doesn't happen again. Do a better job for the next run."

She turns and leaves, not noticing the foul mood that i've developed. I stand back up, take my sword out from my waistband, and slash the cold empty air.