You've worked your entire life to get to this point. A degree from Juilliard, several broadway and off broadway roles leading to this exact moment. You'd always wanted to be a dancer on stage, whether it was a back-up dancer or the entire show was a...
You woke up to your phone ringing, this time checking the caller ID before answering.
"Hi mom," you said groggily.
"Honey it's the middle of the afternoon, don't tell me you were asleep?" She asked.
"Mom, today is my only day off all week, please," you whined.
"I just wanted to tell you the details for dinner!"
"Why can't you just text me. Why does it have to be a phone call?" You grumbled.
"Can't a mama hear her baby's voice?" She asked.
You rubbed your temples and sighed. "Of course, mom," you said.
"Okay. Perfect. It's just our house but your father is having some clients over from work so he'd like to make a nice impression. So can you please dress nice?" Your mom asked.
"Ugh I thought it was gonna be like old times mom! Just the four of us!" You whined.
"Actually... your sister isn't coming.." Your mom admitted.
"How does she get out of this and I can't?!"
"Your sister has her own clients to meet with Y/N.." your mom stated.
There it is... you'll never measure up to your sister; blah blah blah... Your sister is a partner at your father's firm. Something your parents desperately wanted you to do as you grew up since you were the oldest. You had never wanted anything less. The thought of sitting in suits and staring at computer screens and handling paperwork was enough to make you feel like the dinner you had yet to eat was about to come back up. All you wanted was to pursue dance and that's exactly what you did and are doing. But 'oh Natalie the golden child'!
You worked your ass off to put yourself through school and open your own studio and now you have the interview of a lifetime tomorrow and you were psyched! You were second guessing telling your parents.. maybe you should wait until you can give them good news. They're not going to love the fact that you'd have to move, but one step at a time.
"Honey are you still there?"
"Yes mom I'm here," you said, trying not to cop an attitude at the thought of your oh so perfect sister.
"Alright honey. 6 pm sharp, okay? Maybe try for 5:30 because we all know Manhattan traffic is a nightmare," she said.
"Yes mama I know! I'll see you later okay?"
"Okay honey, see you soon!"
You hung up the phone and sighed. You really had the urge to dance right now but you didn't have time to make it to the studio and back since you slept in so late. You put on some music and quietly danced around your loft, grabbing what you needed for after your shower. You opted for a wine colored dress with a flouncy sleeve and a bit of a ruffle at the bottom. Elegant but casual, since you were betting you were going to be made to have conversation with these rich businessmen tonight. Everything you hated. Business and men.
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