Prima Ballerina *Jelena Ballerina Series* (Part 1)

Chapter 5: The Things that Happen at Midnight (Part One)

Selena's P.O.V.

We all tiptoe our way out of the audition room. The door closes behind us. Not one of us makes a peep. We can't even look each other in the eye. Abigail coughs and we all bring our attention to her. She awkwardly smiles at us. Her green eyes wander the room then focus back on Resa. 

"I'm completely bushed; I'm headed home," she announces. Then, just like that, still in her pointe shoes, not bothering to change out or grab her dance bag, she exits the studio. We don't know where she lives or how she is going to get there, but we don't bother to make an effort to stop her either. 

Resa, Forrest, and I head into the first dressing room. We remain silent as we remove our pointe shoes. I stare at the audition reminder poster hung up neatly in the dressing room. Bring your pointe shoes and dance  your heart out for a chance at The Key of Dance Academy Scholarship!! 

The poster says the results will be announced within hours of the auditions ending. Lie. Biggest lie ever told at this studio. The lie about me getting a boob job---thank you Resa for spreading this---comes close to tying for first.

Due to Mr. Dreamy Front Desk Worker and his antics on judging, the process became longer. How could they fire Charlie for this guy? He clearly doesn't know a thing about ballet! I didn't even get to see what all the fuss was about since he just so happened to leave just before my group went into the auditions. Honestly, it was only one more group and you didn't have the courtesy to stay? Miss B probably fired his ass and Charlie will be back tomorrow morning.

The judges revealed to us that they will be at the studio deliberately as early as 6 a.m. tomorrow to determine who will get the scholarship. As for the results, they will be revealed at 9 a.m. Everyone will be called back tomorrow, then we will be divided into different studio rooms and dressing room to hear our results. It pains me to sleep on this, anticipating if I will get the scholarship or not.

I carefully pack my pointe shoes into my dance bag then fish out my regular shoes along with a change of clothes. Since no one is making a noise, I wait to make eye contact with Forrest. Once we do, my eyes kindly ask him to watch my dance bag while I go off to the bathroom. 

He nods then goes back to removing his pointe shoes. Forrest is always slow when he takes his pointe shoes off since has the irrational fear that taking them off too fast will cause damage to them.

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Upon returning to the room, everything is still silent. Nothing appears to have moved except for Resa, who is now sitting on the floor. I go over to my dance bag and fold my dance clothes into it. After I sling it over my shoulder, I look over at Forrest. He is no longer in his dance attire, either is Resa. My eyebrow skeptically raises at them.

I finally break the constant silence, "Forrest did you change in here?" He puts his dance bag over his shoulder and comes over to me. 

"Well, I didn't want to wander around New York naked," he laughs. 

"I'm certain New York is used to seeing you naked by now," I giggle.

Every now and then, Forrest and I, Taylor played once upon a time but stopped once she broke up with Forrest, participate in a game we like to call: Dare or Extreme Dare?

If you refuse to complete the Dare or Extreme Dare then you have to streak down two blocks of New York. Forrest usually ends up streaking because he refuses to eat random amounts of food that we blended together. When Taylor played, she purposely dared him to eat a burger. Frankly, she just wanted to see him naked. But of course, since they were dating at the time, he wasn't too furious with her. After that game, we weren't allowed to dare him to eat meat.