𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 - TMR AU, Thomas

𝟢𝟢𝟪，𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥

༺ EIGHT ༻

Before I know it, I'm doing my audition.

It's Friday. I practiced from noon to three, obviously not just tiring my body out but also thinking about techniques, and am currently dancing in front of Janson and a few others, at five. I spent the other two hours watching hockey.  

So I ate four hours before noon, at eight, and it's now five. At six, I have to work. From six to eleven on Fridays. Meaning I might just have to beg for some food there, because I won't skip a whole dinner and lunch.  

I finish my dance, give Janson a hopeful look, then sit down on the ground and drink my water bottle until it's empty.

There's a giggle beside me and I freeze. Did I do something wrong? Were my clothes sitting wrong? Did I do the wrong dance?

The thought make me turn to the girl and ask her straight to her face what it is, otherwise they would've consumed me.

"If you're gonna take the 'I can see your lunch' advice," she mocks, and her eyes over my body, "I wouldn't recommend drinking water before you dance either."

I frown to myself, but tell her my words, "I didn't drink anything before dancing."

"Oh." She moves back. Shrugs with a strange look. "Guess I made a mistake, then."

My good mood is ruined. I was bloated as I danced? I ate nine hours before, drank two hours before, and took multiple bathroom breaks.

Then, I shake my head. She must be playing with me, just like those other girls. It's not possible to be bloated with that many time between food and dance.

I look down. Or my stomach is just like that.

Must be why Janson said eight pounds off. That's it.

"Tomorrow, you'll get an email for the results,"
Janson announces. "Have a good day."

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"So, how'd the auditions go?" Thomas wonders, turning the wheel when we pass another street.

I keep telling myself that it went good. I had the feeling it went good until that girl told me about my stomach. So I don't even answer his question. "How'd you know I had auditions?"

"Newt shares basically everything," he says. "So how'd it go? You wanted Clara, right?"

"I guess good," I reply, shrugging. My eyes trail down to my stomach, which I can feel is upset because it hasn't been full for so long. I'm upset because I haven't eaten yet and it feels weird to ask.

"Tell me what happened."

I look back up. "Nothing. I said it went good."

"Rose, come on. You guess good? You're the most confident dancer I've ever met and now it's this. Also, Luca is already making dinner for you."

My eyes nearly spring out. "How does—"

"I have hockey on Friday and you have ballet. There's no time in between for food. I always eat dinner at Mamma Mia on Fridays. Now, you shall too." He pauses. "Did Janson do anything?"

"No," I say. "It's just... another girl said something about how she could see the water I drank. AKA, I was bloated during auditions. But I didn't even drink or eat anything before it."

"Ah, man. She's just jealous you had all those butterflies and nervousness balled up in your stomach during your dance, but they slowly started to fade, because you realized how good you were the more you danced and got into it. That's it, isn't it?"