triple fouetté tombé pas de borree glissade saut de chat plié devant...
sweat accumulates on my forehead as i attempt to execute a flawless routine. i do 7 pirouettes and land in a wide fourth position. the audience roars to life, applauding me. i humbly curtsy and walk off the stage in a very graceful manner. i can't wrap my head around the fact that most of those people came to this restaurant to see me. once i reach my dressing room i look in the mirror and smile. i'm doing what i love, and am getting paid for it... what could be better than that? i can sing, dance, and act.. but i've always been the best at dancing. slipping off my navy blue costume, i change into black skinny jeans that fade into a dark purple at the bottom, a tight fitting black t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. i grab my bag and shut the lights off in the room. i close the door behind me and walk out to the front of the restaurant, ready to head home since its around 8 o'clock.
"miss. kingston, wait a second," my boss maryanne calls from behind me. i turn around. "i have some bad news sweetie," my heart starts beating 100 times per second. "whats wrong?" "the restaurant isn't doing as well as it should be... so we have to cut down on employees." my heart drops. my mouth is open but i can't seem to find the right words. "i... i'm fired?" maryanne solemnly nods. "riley... im so sorry." "i.. understand. thank you for giving me the opportunity to do what i love in the city i love for the past year." i give her a sad smile and walk out the door, towards my apartment 2 blocks over. my mind was racing, what was i supposed to do now? i didn't have a job. i had to figure out something soon or i was going to end up homeless. i reached my door and entered the house.
i stayed up late that night, looking on the internet for jobs dancing. eventually i found one that paid pretty well. it was at some grand hotel in Vancouver. i called up the manager and he told me to send him a video of me dancing. so, i sent him a video of tonights performance that i found on the restaurant's website. i was then asked to video chat with him and after a very detailed and may i say a bit tedious interview process, i was told i got the job. i was literally the happiest person in the world. he said we would figure out living arrangements once i got there. the last thing he did before hanging up was book me a 6 hour flight tomorrow afternoon at 2 pm. i thanked him a million times and then started packing everything i could fit into two suitcases and a duffel bag. my makeup, dance shoes, two outfits, and electronic devices had gone into the duffel, while my favorite garments went into one suitcase. shoes and all other necessities went into the final piece of luggage. it was around 3 am by the time i was done, so i figured it would be best to get some sleep.
sorry if this chapter was boring! it was kind of a backstory/intro for riley's life and her current predicament. i promise a special man will appear in another chapter or so!
VOUS LISEZ
too good to be true {grant gustin}
Fanfictionriley paige kingston age: 23 date of birth: august 4, 1992 place of birth: new york, new york, USA height: 5 foot 5 inches occupation: professional dancer, singer, and actress ~~~~ grant gustin age: 26 date of birth: january 14, 1990 place of birth:...
