Mir Lee
New Member
"But... What if they laugh at me?" Mir confided. Her lips drew into a thin line, worry evident on her porcelain face. Running her delicate fingers over the fresh bruise on her cheek, she sighed slowly. Holding onto her bass for comfort, she brought the neck of the instrument to her cheek to cradle like a child might hold a teddy bear.
Insecurity was more evident than worry. Her posture said it all: Mir was was trying to make herself smaller and less noticeable for fear of rejection. Her ideas were never good enough, hence why she never showed any of her own material to the band. She had felt more confident with Abby, knowing that she wouldn't be mean. There were others in the band that she weren't so sure about. Not everyone seemed to have taken a liking to her. It hurt, to say the very least. It made her feel unwanted and unneeded and like she was never enough.
Insecurity was more evident than worry. Her posture said it all: Mir was was trying to make herself smaller and less noticeable for fear of rejection. Her ideas were never good enough, hence why she never showed any of her own material to the band. She had felt more confident with Abby, knowing that she wouldn't be mean. There were others in the band that she weren't so sure about. Not everyone seemed to have taken a liking to her. It hurt, to say the very least. It made her feel unwanted and unneeded and like she was never enough.