Dirty Dancer

Chapter Twenty Four ~the little pieces that were once my heart~

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Chapter 24

Recap: So Anna was almost raped, Nate saved her and she realized she loves him. D'AAAAWWWW :') Anyway, now there's this whore called Vicotria and she's Nate's manager. They hooked up a few times, but he didn't feel anything. She did and she wants to ruin the relationship they have. Also they're starting a tour. Soooo shit's about to hit the fan. Read on...

Anna's P.O.V. 

Breath in. Breath out. Breath in. Breath out. 

Ever have that feeling of complete and major stress? Like you have an SAT or a final project due. Maybe you have to do a presentation in front of people that will judge you, or maybe it's finally deciding to come clean to a certain person. Whatever it is, it makes you have shivers and sweaty palms, and a knot in your stomach so big you're afraid it might spill out of your mouth? 

Multiply that feeling times ten. That's what I was feeling right now. 

I was about to do what I've strived for basically my whole life. What my own mother, whom I loved too dearly, told me I was meant to do. I was about to start the actual realisation of my dream.

It felled awful if you ask me. I wasn't getting some cute little jitters you get when you get a text from your crush. I was having full on dinosaurs scratching out my fucking stomach. 

It was 2 minutes before show time. My first real performance. It was almost surreal. I don't know how people deal with it. Nate told me today that it gets better after a couple shows. He was trying to relax me because I was telling him about my nerves. I can't believe the poor guy stayed with me during the day, even I found myself truly and utterly annoying. 

Hanging out at the trailer was fun, and his manager visited a couple of times. My self esteem took quite a couple of hits those times. Remember when I explained how there were two types of blonds and I belonged to the less attractive one? Well she definitly belonged in category one. She was gorgeous. I'm sure Nate thought as well. There seemed to be something going on between those two, actually, but I'm sure it's strict business. I didn't dwell on it too much though. I was freaking nervous. But in conclusion, she seemed nice enough. Plus she was really good at her job. I just hated what they haved... Whatever, I trust Nate.

Oh I wish he was here. He couldn't be though, he was supposed to enter the other side of the stage.

I wanted him here not only because I can't stand being too long apart from him (it's a side effect of being in love I guess) but he also always helped me calm down. I was in his trailer most of the day and he did anything to distract me. It was really sweet. Psh, my boyfriend is getting soft. Haha, I'd be dead if I told him that. But deep down I know he knows it's true. God, he's pretty complicated.

I was pacing back and forth in front of my enterance with my eyes closed doing my breathing excersices. Breath in. Breath out. Brea- what? I felt a tap on my shoulder and spun around so fast I lost balance. Wow, if that wasn't a good omen. Lord help me. 

"I thought you could use some last minute support from your totally hot, but sorta caring boyfriend."

"Yea, I just called 1-800-HELP-ME-NATE. Their service is pretty fast." I couldn't stom smiling at him. He was actually here. Angels must have heard my wishes and sent me their god. Ha. Oh my fucking hell what the fuck am I thinking. Excuse my thoughts. It's only because I'm nervous.