An eventful day; a precious memory

For the first time in your life, you had on full-face makeup with foundation, contouring and the such

For the first time in your life, you had loads of hair spray on that turned your hair to stiff stringy rocks

For the first time in your life, you experienced what it was like to go for a performance as a team

Watching people apply makeup on others

Getting fascinated by it
Finding it refreshing how guys knew about makeup

Until you are called upon that dreaded chair for the second time in your life

Watching others 'paint' is fun and interesting

But you being the sculpture itself

With others holding brushes and pallets to your face

It suddenly feels like varied torture devices being brought to your face

You close your eyes because it seems appropriate

Feel vulnerable because of it

And end up sitting stiffly with eyes tightly shut,

Counting the seconds to when it finally ends. 

Well...

At least you weren't told to put on mascara on your own like the first time.

That was frightening.

Aaand part of your makeup was done by him
That was a pretty bizarre experience
But heh, it just makes it another reason for my feelings :>

Hair spray, too

You imagined all of your hair detaching from your scalp in a neat piece

You imagined the instructor doing it to go 'oops I did it again'

You imagined your hair going up for sale in a wig shop 

You felt your skin being stretched as she combed and pulled, combed and pulled

With swift and deft fingers, your unruly ponytail had transformed into a neat bun

It felt strange, for you had an image of the ends of your eyes getting pulled up like phoenix eyes

And you walking around with a painted face

No spectacles because you became an ostrich

"If I can't see them, they can't see me"

Ahh, 

But it was great indeed, finally getting to look at your face in the mirror after everything was over
Like a piece of artwork, you can see just how much thought went into blending and evening it out
You see how you have the potential to be in Dance just cuz you now look like one of them
You discreetly (not?) touch your hair non stop since it's so alike to guitar strings you believe you can strum a song with it.
Oh wait, you're not musically inclined.

Oh well.

You might just go through the process of makeup again. :>

Singing on the bus

Giving out a card like some ghost with an uncertain hand

Getting a reply, a rehearsed reply in his head it'd seem 

"I really like it a lot, thank you"

To which you wanted to say

"I really put a lot of thought into it, thank you for thanking me"

Which was all translated into a smile and an awkward nod

Seeing your CCA mates break down before the event

Then completely owning the stage when it was time

Watching SST's performance

Getting awed by how well pulled off it was

Despite being slightly cliched, it was heartwarming

It was believable and relatable

Straightforward, unsophisticated, but simplicity was what made it so good

There's sadness in leaving what you have grown attached to,
But like you said before,
It's more than enough.

Some things are not meant to be reality, but dreaminess on your part
These things are beautiful memories you will hold dear

And having once been part of something so beautiful, so heartwarming, so inspiring
Having once been there with these amazing people, working towards a common goal
With no complexities of life, no darkness, no drama

These will all become part of a wonderful, wonderful memory
A memory of being young
A memory of what you aspired for memories to be.

You can't ask for anything else more,
For there is nothing more to ask for. :>