Snippet #2119462

Jackson remained silent, dreading when he had to walk on stage. Of course he'd fake being more confident in his body, not wanting to look too sheepish - After all, he had to sell himself. Looking down at the ground, he just waited. Waiting, though, was absolute torture. It was like waiting for the guillotine. Jackson did his best to not look at anything, or himself - It would make him nervous.

Then, he heard a voice and looked up to Jennifer, very pointedly rolling eyes around her body and looking at just her face, fixing his eyes on her. However, he moved his eyes much less than most people would, making exaggerated eye movements to avoid looking at her - But being blind in one eye made him not have to. He smiled slightly at her, his little smile charming, but also genuine.

"Hey," he greeted her before chuckling lightly and reaching up to rub the back of his neck nervously. "Yeah, kinda," he laughed. "If they told me to go out in boxers, i'd have no problem - But being out there with absolutely nothing?" A nervous chuckled escaped his lips and he shook his head. "A bit too much, if you ask me." Out of habit, Jackson reached up to stroke the dogtags he normally wore when he was nervous, but touched only skin since he had removed them as well. To keep his mind off things though, he simply moved his hand to his collarbone and rhythmically tapped his collarbone.