Prime Time

She only wanted a moment to say her piece. It's not like they would even post her ideas on the board or anything. She just felt that if she could get this over with her confidence would sky rocket magically and she would just always post her ideas from now on. They didn't have time for another piece so she actually apologized to them. She hits her head against the wall in the second story of her design studio. How could she be like that, so spineless! She angrily grabs a cup of water from the chow table. What was she thinking being so sill, apologizing! She knows what to do and she knows she could be an awesome leader for the next design team, let alone the fact that she will absolutely die if she has to be lead by her snobby boring just good enough co-designer. "co" is the title of their relationship and yet somehow it always seems to fall to her to do all the work and correct all the inadequate pieces and create pure genius while Gracie falls to getting the praise and the leading paycheck.
Anca Leans her head against the wall again. It's midnight in the studio and she ought to get home before she ends up working on some newer, dumber idea of Gracie's. She empties the water in one gulp and crumples the paper cup tossing it into the trash like some NBA all-star. Sports, now that she would have excelled at. Why did she choose the one major that was guaranteed to make her suffer infinitely?
"Because I am prideful and thought dreams bought lamborgini's.", she wispers to the room and the table. A quiet but solid voice reminds her that she is meant to be an artist. The greatest in fact that ever lived in time and space. Anca is pretty sure she has been scitzophrinic since she was seven and knew she was since she googled hearing voices. She doesn't care, never has. She figured little kids had imaginary friends and the voices never asked her to jump off a cliff, though right now she would love to.