Arcane ~ ONGOING

~Chapter Thirteen~

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I carefully pulled my hair into a tight ponytail and set the bun donut at the end. Slowly rolling it down while turning it, I hold it down against the back of my head as I pin it down. I quickly put the matching net above it and then secured it with the pins. With a quick spritz of strong ass hairspray, I was ready. 

I had light makeup on with my black leotard. I was nervous to say the least. The studio I had chosen was the best in the city and clearly, it had high standards. I heard a lot of people were coming to audition for the competition team and I don't think I was up to par with their standards just like in academics.

Speaking of academics, the test was today morning. The test was okay, I did know the answer to some of it but answers to most of the paper, I was in doubt. I was scared to even go to school for the next few days because I didn't want to see my results. 

I looked at the mirror and then satisfied with my appearance,I walked out of the room and put my sweat pants on. I quickly slide on the hoodie as well before slipping into my thin jacket.

The temperature had considerably dropped over the last couple of days. It felt like it would start snowing every morning, it was that cold. And not surprisingly, the weather channels predict a snow storm next Saturday. I knew that if I needed to survive that, I would have to layer my hoodies underneath my thin ass jacket. 

A knock sounded on my door and I asked them to come in. Moments later, Gwen's head popped in as she smiled ,"Mr. Zion is ready and wants to inform you that if you don't leave in the next five minutes, you might be late," She said in a soft voice. 

"I'll be down in a few minutes, thank you," I muttered as she nodded and left, closing the door behind her. Giving myself a final look once, I picked up my bag and walked out of my room. Sky followed me, right at my heels as I walked down the stairs and to the lobby area. 

Zion was waiting there dressed in a black turtleneck and beige pants. A long beige trench coat to protect him from the cold and black chunky sneakers. His hair was a mess but it matched with his outfit so it's possible that he did that on purpose. 

His eyes followed me down the stairs and as soon as I reached the landing he came forward and took my humongous heavy bag from my hand. I protested but he held his ground and with a defeated look, I followed him outside. 

The car ride was silent as we drove to the studio and as close we would get, I would feel my nerves rising. Zion kept throwing me side glances with a concerned expression on his face.

We reached a full parking lot and Zion sighed as I fiddled with the end of my hoodie and he took a u-turn and drove back towards the entrance. He drove down another entrance which had scarce cars and he parked there. I looked around and my eyes landed on a sign. I rolled my eyes realizing that this was a parking lot for particular special people.

Before I know it, my door was being opened and my eyes landed on Zion who was standing outside, my bag slung over his shoulder as he held the door open for me. I took in a few deep breaths and focused on the dashboard in front of me. 

Giving myself a little pep talk, I undid the seat belt and stepped out of the car. He leaned against the car and I wiped my sweaty hands against my sweats. I was sweating even though the temperature was so cold that I could be shivering but here I was, breaking out in cold sweat.

"Calm down, Astria. You're a great dancer. You'll be fine, okay?" Zion said in a calm voice and I nodded. He knew that that did not work as did I. The amount of cars and the crowd outside the doors proved how famous this team was in the state. 

His hands landed on my shoulders as he looked right into my eyes, "Take deep breaths, yes? Breathe in. Hold. Now out. Just like that," He muttered, rubbing my shoulders a little, trying to calm me down. I followed his directions and felt my heart rate slow down.