You Get It

The Little Moments, Part 1

"Alright, we're going to start with the group from the second. Take it from the top of the eight count." She heard the audition director boom out through a megaphone. She joined the other dancers as they all closed their water bottles and got into formation. The music started back up and they began to go over the combination again. It was a draining process but one that she knew was part of the dream. The dream that definitely wasn't coming easily but she knew in her gut was worth it. The struggle was for now so that the payoff would be even greater. At least that's what she kept telling herself.

She knew giving up wasn't an option. It was ingrained in her to never stop chasing her dreams, no matter the obstacles. It didn't come without its rejections and doubts but with every audition that went without a callback, the little voice in her head said to keep going because the next one may be it. Three years in New York definitely wore on her spirit but she wasn't stopping not now. The determination coming through with every move. This was it, she could feel it.

The final count came and the music stopped.

"Okay, thank you very much. Just give us a second to chat and we'll let you know." The director said with an expressionless face.

Her heart began to pound with every passing second. The doubt creeping in and attempting to take over the optimism she was desperately trying to hold on to.

"Alright, thank you all for coming out. If we call your number, please step forward as we would like to give you the information for the callback. If we do not call your number, thank you for your time today and best of luck moving forward."

"1090, 1095, 1101, and 1923, please move forward. Everyone else, thank you again but you were not selected." Not hearing 1728, she adjusted in her stance to gain composure.

Touching her tag, she fought back the tears that threatened to come down. Not the one. Again.

She walked over to her bag, putting her water away and pulling her phone out. Seeing that her younger sister had texted asking if she was done yet, she couldn't help but let out an eye roll. Leave it to the youngest of the bunch to be the bossiest. Not wanting to have the conversation over text she kept her reply short.

Yep. I should be down in a minute.

Making her way down the stairs and out to the front, she knew that once she got in the car there was going to be a barrage of questions. Ones that at this point, she wasn't even sure if she had an answer to.

Better to keep trying than to never know and live with what ifs. Her mom's words replaying in her brain made her pick her head up. It'd just have to be a different one.

"Took you long enough. I was freezing in here. I don't get why it's freezing like this right now. We literally live in Southern California and I feel like I'm back in New York." The younger girl let out with an attitude. If she didn't kill her during this holiday, it'd be a miracle.

"Calm down, princess. It's only 65 and it's because its December. That east coast weather has made you soft, huh?" The young dancer shot back with an eye roll.

"Shut up. Everyone knows that it's supposed to be warm all the time in California." Her sister argued.

"That's a myth. You'd think being named after the state, you'd know that." She said with a snicker.

"Um, I am not. Mom already told you that."

"Mom also said you were planned so I wouldn't read too much into what she tries to tell you"

"I was planned! Rude."

"Yeah, because everyone plans twins, 8 years after their first kid and 5 years after their second. That's common."