Pointe Shoes and Pirouettes.

Chapter 2

After the audition, I went back to my small, studio apartment. It was so small that it shouldn't qualify as a living space, but it was the best place I could get in this location and under three hundred thousand dollars. The cramped living space was located in downtown L.A, and it was only one hundred fifty thousand dollars. Not the best place for the price I paid, but not too bad.

That night, I cooked some instant noodles for myself and sat in front of the TV. I watched two seasons of Dance Moms and ate another pack of noodles, slurping them down using chopsticks. After another episode of Dance Moms, I turned off the TV and put my dishes in the sink, and headed to my bedroom.

I checked my phone, which rested on my bedside table, to see if I had gotten any calls. I knew that they probably wouldn't call me on the day of the audition, but a girl could hope. After I saw that I had no new messages, I set my phone down on the night stand and walked out of my room, across the hall, and into the bathroom.

There, I turned on the shower, letting the water become warm, and undressed. I tossed my dirty clothes in the hamper, and took my dark brown hair out of the bun it was secured in. I stepped into the shower, the warm water hitting my skin and instantly relaxing my muscles. I let it wash over my and soak my hair.

I washed my hair and scrubbed my body clean. I rinsed off the soapy residue with the pulsing water emitting from the shower head. Once I was all clean, I turned off the knob that controlled the water to the right, shutting it off, and stepped out of the shower. With my eyes squinted shut from the water running over them, I grabbed a towel from the shelf above the toilet.

I wiped the water from my eyes and dried off the rest of my body, squeezing the excess water out of my hair. Once most of my body was dry, I wrapped the towel around myself, securing it by tucking in the corner, and walked across the hall to my room. I slipped on my undergarments and grabbed a pink sweater and some cotton shorts. I pulled the sweater over my head and my shorts onto my legs and fell back onto my queen bed, the soft comforter rubbing against my bare skin.

My eyelids began to become heavier... and heavier. The light in my room was still on, and stayed that way until the next morning, since I fell fast asleep as soon as I crawled under my comforter.

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I had to wait a few days until I got the call. Each day was worse then the other, and the nervousness was driving me closer and closer to insanity. When the call came, I was in my bedroom, reading a novel I had found at Barnes and Noble. If you could call it reading.

I was laying on my bed with the book in my lap, but I was far from reading. I kept glancing at my phone on the nightstand beside me, waiting for a call. I had been waiting for four days for a call, and the only one I got was from my sister checking up on me. So now I was waiting, a book I had only read one line of in my lap, and my phone laying perfectly still beside me on the nightstand.

When the phone rang, and jumped, and my book tumbled to the floor. I held my hand to my chest with my heart threatening to burst. I calmed down, then snatched the phone from the nightstand like a predator would snatch up its prey. I waited for it to ring a few times before I answered.

"Hello?" I asked into the receiver, my voice cracking slightly.

"Hello, er..." the person paused, most likely looking at a paper for my name. "Felicity! You've got a callback on Friday evening, and you'll have to prepare your own routine. It's the same studio you were at before, so since you know your way, I expect you to be there at 6:00 PM sharp."

I sat there speechless for a moment. I had done it. I got in! I. Got. In!

Well.

I got a callback.