Umpteen Disadvantages of Being Awesome

Disadvantage 16 - Confusion

Please read the A/N at the end, is important. Thanks. Unedited, sorry for mistakes.

Disadvantage 16 - Your awesome personality delusions you to think you are a superhuman. Normal emotions, what are they ? But when confusion, insecurity, anxiousness they all hit you like a big ball, you're left shaken up more than a normal person.

"Can't you miss it ?" Marc asks pleadingly, his body leaning sideways over my locker. Why is his body constantly leaning ?

"I missed it yesterday and didn't even inform." I back away little, crumpling my clothes to a ball and throwing them inside my bag.

"We had our date. A petty rehearsal can't be more important." He says indignantly, standing straighter than before.

Maybe it isn't important except the fact that it totally is. More than the 'petty' date we had. I truly regret missing the first practice for semi-finals. "I'm not missing it." I say with finality.

A frown seizes his face whilst he mutters incoherently and runs his fingers through his hair. His hair - looking all smooth and soft and silky - not having the same effect on me as they used to. What.

"Okay. Call me later, babe." He digs his fingers in jean's pocket and moves away from the locker. Oh don't call me 'babe'. Please do not.

"Er .... Okay ?" I slowly turn away from that spot and walk against the current of swarming students, all trying to reach the gates and get away from school. I reach the now deserted washroom and take out my rehearsal clothes.

"Hmm..when you come around I get paralyzed." I start humming the song stuck in my head for so long. "Every time I try to be myself, it comes out wrong like a cry for help." The next moment, I'm singing at the top of my voice. "It's just not fair, pain's more trouble than love is worth." I take my hairbrush out of the bag and use it successfully as a mic. "I gasp for air. It feels so good but you know it hurts." I look at the mirror and see an awesome singer with hairbrush staring right back at me. The only thing hurting me right now is my throat. "But you make me wanna act like a girl, paint my nails and wear perfume for you." I throw my hand and wavy hair up in the air. "Make me so nervous that I just can't hold your hand." I move around the washroom performing without any lower on. "You make me glow-ooow." I move my free hand sexily through my hair. "But I cover up won't let it show-ooow." I look back in the mirror. "So am putting my defences up 'cause I don't wanna fall in love. If I ever did that I think I'd have a heart atta-aaack." Gee. I got to sing a whole stanza without getting interrupted. Now that's a feat. I grin at the image in front of me.

I put my hairbrush back in the bag. The prospect of dancing instantly fills me with elation. I hurry up and put on my sweat pants and make a beeline to the rehearsal room.

As expected I enter an empty hall. I throw my bag in one corner and walk to the center of the room. I push my hair into a bun and start stretching my legs and arms.

We are in the semi-finals. This is true, we are going to Los Angeles in less than three weeks. What if we get selected ? What if we win it ? Best Dancer in the United States of America. Best dancer. The scholarship. Dream academy.

No, I should not expect so much. Expectations lead to disappointments and all I should be focusing on is a new routine.

WE ARE GOING TO LOS ANGELES FOR THE FUCKING SEMI-FINALS. I can't help but beam brightly feeling so much happier than I've been all day.

"Oh hello mademoiselle. What a pleasant surprise." Alan enters the hall featuring his perfect smile.

I turn back to face him. "You are about three minutes late." I say grinning at him.