"He was her dark fairytale and she was his twisted fairytale."
THE BEAUTY:
Margaret Langley, otherwise known as Maggie to those close to her, didn't know what made her so special to him. She didn't like attention, the constant watching, but somethin...
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MAGGIE LANGLEY:
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"I already told you, Uncle Mike, I'm not going to do an interview." Maggie tried to stress over the phone to her manager, who was also her Uncle, as she stood in her kitchen, stirring a cup of hot chocolate as her phone was on speaker and sat on the kitchen table nearby.
It was early in the morning, almost seven o'clock, and as much as she would like to go back asleep, she couldn't. After last nights events, Maggie could barely sleep without feeling like someone pressed down on her and she decided it was better to not sleep at all. She was still dressed in her pajamas, but every single curtain was closed while every light in her house was shining brightly. Maggie wasn't going to risk anything...
"I know you don't want to talk about what happened, sweetie." Uncle Mike sympathized with her, using his nickname for her as a way to sweet talk her. "But this is a big opportunity. While you may not be able to perform in any plays, you can still talk about your experience as a ballet dancer. I'll even convince them to not ask any questions about 'that' performance and keep it strictly about your abilities."
As much as Maggie didn't want to agree with him or say that he was right in any way, shape, or form, he was the only one in their family who supported her dreams and while most family managers worked as a way to make themselves richer, he always made sure she profited the most.
Maggie sighed in agitation before speaking. "If I do this, I better not hear a word about what happened and I want to look over the spread they want to do before they publish anything, and if they even try to trick me, I will sue their asses all the way to hell."
Her uncle laughed at her words and she couldn't help but smile. "You got it, sweetie. I'll get everything all sorted out and I'll call you with some more details later on this week." He said and Maggie could hear voices on the other side of the call. "Anyways, enough with business...tell me how my favorite niece is."
"I'm good, I spend my days the same way I always do. Stay home, dance and stretch a bit, go into town a few days a week for socialization, do some online shopping everyday, reminisce about how my life is over, you know the normal..." Maggie giggled as sat down on the Victorian-looking coach in the middle of her living room.
"Quit that, Margaret." Uncle Mike scolded, his voice stern as he spoke. "You're not some no-shot star waste of potential, and I'm not saying this as your uncle even though I love you to death, but you are by far one of the most talented people I've ever met." His voice softened as he sighed before speaking. "I know that not behind able to do what you love is hard, but your career isn't over. If you wanted to, you could create your own dance company, become a ballet critic, mentor at Juilliard, and god knows what else."
'He's not exactly wrong.' Maggie thought as she looked out her kitchen window. She did have options, they just weren't anything she wanted to do. Did Maggie love ballet and want to have a career in it? Yes, but she wanted to dance. If she couldn't dance, she didn't want a career.
For Maggie, it was either ballet or nothing.
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That's the end of this chapter! Was it good? Bad? Meh?
I KNOW THIS IS SUPER SHORT, OKAY?! 😭 But I literally cannot think of anything else to add, so everyone's just gonna have to live with this until the next chapter. Sorry, but it's all with love <3
