Genoveiva

I - might not

(a/n~ when you see the * play the song linked)

The crowds erupt in cheers

I have been performing for crowds of people for 92% of my life, and this feeling never gets old

The bursts of serotonin fill my body and carry with me as I exit the stage.

Breaking in a pair of pointe shoes shouldn't take me more then a day but this specific pair have been hurting my feet all night, I can feel a blister forming on my right pinky toe.

Walking through the hallways backstage with the rest of the dancers, most of them are my friends, only brings me more serotonin

"Eiva! You did great tonight, although on your 4th pirouette you raised your foot a little higher then 90 degrees, it really messed me up. You're lucky it didn't cause me a lot of confusion." says Robin, the bitch of the studio

There's always a weird girl that's doesn't look for friends at dance company's, she sees everybody as a competition to her.

She's my least favorite person

Actually... second least favorite.

"Sorry Robin, you should probably focus on your balance when turning not the principle dancer" my best friend Alessandra, a.k.a Alex says back to her

that's my bestie

Alex turns to me "We have to go to PHD tonight, we have to celebrate such a good show"

"Yeah that does sound fun, but I need to look at my pinky toe before I make a decision to put on a pair of heels tonight, are the boys coming?"

"Yeah, we can just call a cab with Marcus and Elliot, they'll probably be here in 45"

Great, aka not enough time to get rid of the pound of hairspray on my head right now

"Okay, come to my dressing vanity with me?"

"Yes ma'am" she mock salutes

While walking to my vanity, I did not miss Robin's death glare. This isn't high school, I don't know why she always has something to say.

-

Alex and I ran out of Radio City Hall at record speed to get to our joint apartment. We live on the 19th floor in a building still in Theater District so I know it would take about 15 minutes to get in and out of the building.

Leaving 30 minutes to get ready for a long night out clubbing with our two best guy friends. Marcus is dating Alex and me and Elliot have hooked up a few times.

Neither of us are really wanting a relationship and I'm thinking tonight I'm gonna get lucky

"Red or black?"

Alex speaks behind me while I'm in front of the mirror re-fixing my makeup already from our show.

"Definitely black"

Alex has been my best friend ever since I made my way through the ballet scene in New York.

Coming from Portugal with little money and a whole lot of hope was all I had when I first moved here.

With the money I scraped together, I found an agent. A pretty good one too, and met Alex at a casting. They needed a dancer for a Nexplanon commercial.

We both got it, and have been besties since.

She also speaks Portuguese, but with a heavily influence of Spanish because she's from Brazil.