sleepless nights

                                    

                                          
The last few weeks were a blur. It was now mid November. The Eras Tour was announced to the world, which broke the internet of course, and tickets went on sale the other day. From what I've seen and heard, getting tickets was hell. If I had to go through all that trouble and still ended up with no tickets, I would lock myself in my room and cry. 
I fortunately didn't have to go through the troubles of getting tickets on Ticketmaster, but a lot of my friends did. For that reason, I now hated Ticketmaster. There were new information starting to come out, one being that people with the boost didn't actually didn't get boosted, but instead, the boost was used on people that originally didn't get the email about it; Ticketmaster allegedly did that because they knew the dedicated swifties with the boost are willing to spend more money to see Taylor. 
Us dancers weren't allowed to reveal that we are a part of the tour at this time, so when my friends asked me if I got tickets, I had to lie and tell them that I did. Technically, I did have 'tickets' to the Eras Tour; I was going to be at every show. It just wasn't in the same way as everyone else. 
The time of the year being mid November meant more assignments and tests from my teachers. I, for some reason, thought it would be a great idea to take five college level classes during my senior year and I was now suffering the consequences of it. 
The only time I really have time to do my homework is at night after I got home from rehearsals. It wasn't ideal, since I was always exhausted and all I wanted to do was shower and sleep, but I had to do it to keep my grades up. Not only would my mother make me quit this job if my grades slipped, I would also hate myself if I didn't have all A's. I unfortunately needed academic validation, and not having an A would have me crying and doing other not-so-healthy things to myself. Losing my 4.0 in my junior year of high school ruined me, and I wish to never experience my GPA going any lower again. 
It was now a Thursday morning. My mom had just woken me up, giving me three hours of sleep and half an hour to get ready to go to the studio. I was up until 4 in the morning to finish my paper and a reading assignment. I unfortunately had another paper due tomorrow, this time for my English class, which meant that I probably wasn't going to get much sleep again. 
My sleep hours for the last few days totaled to around ten hours; I've slept less than four hours everyday this week so far. Dancing all day and doing homework on very little sleep was exhausting and I honestly didn't know how I was doing it. 
"Are you ready?" My mom came into my room as I was checking in the mirror one last time to make sure I looked presentable. 
"Yep," I grabbed my bag and followed her out the door. 
"Do you think you'll be able to sleep tonight?" She asked me on our way to the studio. 
"I'm not sure. I have an English paper due tomorrow and I think there was a math assignment and a Spanish assignment that I had to do as well. Oh, and a quiz too." I listed off. A look of concern flashed through my mom's eyes. 
I checked Google Classroom before I started getting ready this morning, which was not a very pleasant experience. Looking at my to do list only overwhelmed me, and I had no motivation to do any of the assignments listed there.
Fortunately, I didn't have time to think too much about the schoolwork waiting for me at home because I was at the studio before I knew it. I waved my mom goodbye and made my way over to our usual room.
"Good morning Charlotte!" Mandy greeted me as I walked in. 
"Morning!" I smiled and went over to my usual spot to put my bag down. I checked my phone one last time to make sure that I didn't have any urgent texts from my friends to reply to before I went to a spot in the middle of the room to stretch.