The background dancer [Martinus Gunnarsen]

Email

I live on the second floor and as we were walking up the stairs to the second floor, we heard somebody screaming something... when we got to my door it was August.

August: Sara please, let's not argue anymore!

He was drunk, you could just tell by the way he was speaking and standing!

Malin: August, go away! She doesn't want to see you!

August: shut up, you bitch!

I was speechless, I'm no bitch!

Malin: you know what?

Sara: Malin, don't!

I turned back around facing her.

Malin: oh fuck it!

I said under my breath and just turned back to August and slapped him two times, but Sara pulled me back by my arm. Sara pushed August out of the way and I unlocked my door, we went inside leaving August there.

Malin: why don't you just break up with him?

Sara: I did! He doesn't understand!

Malin: just get a restraining order against him!

Sara: you think he'd care? Exactly.

...

It's been a few hours since the tryouts and both me and Sara are checking my emails every 10 minutes.

Malin: nothing again?

Sara: nope...

Both of us signed, until a notification popped up! It was from somebody, but who?

Sara: let's open it!

Malin: yeah, sure...

I was still pretty sad, but what if I don't make it? What if I wasn't good enough...
Sara read though the email and she was left wide eyed, jaw to the floor.

Malin: what? Did I win a million?

She turned her head and computer towards me, I read though the email. My jaw dropped lower than the titanic!

Sara: YOU QUALIFIED!

Malin: I DID!!!

We squealed, this is so exciting! I'm gonna get to travel around the world and dance in front of millions of people!

Malin: it's like a dream come true!

Sara: oh my gosh, my bestie is dancing for famous people!

I looked at her with disgust.

Malin: don't word it like that, it sounds so dirty...

Sara: sorry, sorry!

We read though the rest of the email and it listed a few phone numbers.

_______ - Marcus Gunnarsen.
_______ - Martinus Gunnarsen.
_______- Manager.

Sara: I can't believe you have THE Marcus and Martinus phone numbers!

Malin: I don't know much about them, but yeah!

We decided on texting one of them, it was the Manager.

(Manager)

Me: hello, I'm Malin, I was wondering whom should I text or call when I want to know something.

Manager: if something's up, call or text Marcus Gunnarsen, he's the one who usually takes the calls from dancers!

Me: alright, thank you, have a good day!

Manager: 👍🏼

This is all way too overwhelming!

Sara: you should text him! Like maybe talk about meeting? I could go with you!

Malin: alright, alright!

We decided on what to text him, I mean I had to be acting like a professional! I was working with him now, wasn't I?

(Marcus G.)

Me: hello, I'm Malin, I hope you have heard about me, otherwise this would be very awkward😆

Marcus G.: yup, heard of u😁

Marcus G.: don't have to text me so formal, think of me like a friend, anyways, I was thinking if we could meet somewhere, sometime?

Me: yes, of course

Marcus G.: great, I'll text you later, when and where!

Me: alright👍🏼

It's only 2pm right now, hopefully he won't text me really late, I woke up too early to not go to sleep early.

...

We've again been watching a movie, I don't know this one and neither does Sara. I get a ding on my phone and see it's from Marcus.

(Marcus G.)

Marcus G.: how about me, Martinus and you grab dinner? Say, around 7pm?

Me: sure yeah, but can I bring my friend? She doesn't have anything better to do with her life🙈

Marcus G.: sure, can we do «bonnie's»?

Me: yup!

Marcus G.: it's a plan then😉

We've only got an hour to get ready? This is gonna be a disaster!

Malin: Sara, get off your lazy ass and start getting ready! We have to be there in an hour!

Sara: fine, fine, will you give me a dress? I have none with me.

Malin: yes, go look though my closet!

I did a quick touch up on my makeup and also went to my room to look for a dress, a girl has to look nice doesn't she? We decided on me wearing a black dress and Sara wore a baby pink one, We put some heels on and went out of the door.