my saturday started off pretty early. i had to learn 2 routines in exactly 12 hours. mr. schreave apologized for the inconvenience but said it had to be done to prove my professionalism. now i was at one of the areas on the roof of the hotel at 6 in the morning, practicing the dances i had been taught an hour ago. for some reason, grant and his beautiful, green eyes kept popping up in my mind. i tried to shrug it away as best as possible, i needed to be at the top of my game tonight. the first number was a contemporary piece to eyes wide open. i had been shown a rough sketch of the costumes after i'd been measured this morning. some designers are supposedly creating the costumes at this very moment. this particular costume was all black, tight fitting lace at the top fanning out to a short skirt ending mid-thigh. my other costume consisted of short black shorts, ripped fishnet stockings, and a blue-black long sleeved fitted shirt. it was a hip hop number to a more upbeat mix of songs including a 'work' remix. i continued running though the steps all afternoon.. only stopping for a 10 minute lunch break. and maybe i looked up grant on google images... not because i wanted to see his face again or anything.
6 hours later i was backstage in my first costume mentally running through the dance. as i was in the middle of doing an arabesque in my mind, my phone buzzed. i ran over and picked it up.
the amazing grant
i laugh, looking at the contact name he had entered in my phone. i read the text.
||im in the front row, close enough to see if you mess up!
i text back saying
||gee thanks grant. way to make me less nervous about performing :|
as soon as i send it, he replies back:
||im kidding riles, you're going to do great. have fun and remember im cheering you on ;-)
i feel all tingly inside... did he call me riles? i'll have to ask him about that later. right now it was time to dance. the crowd quiets down as the lights are dimmed.
i take my place on the side of the stage as mr. schreave walks out and announces, "ladies and gentlemen, welcome our newest dancer riley paige kingston!" the crowd applauses. he walks off the stage.
i gracefully walk out to the stage and hear grant scream, "go riles!" and try my best not to blush.
the music starts and i start dancing. grand jeté, arabesque, fouetté turns, hoping to nail them all. i do an ariel and land in a split as the music ends. i stay there a moment, soaking in the audience's energy. then, i stand up, curtsy, and walk off. i hope i did well! but i can't worry about that now, i have another number to do in 3 minutes!
i run to my dressing room and change costumes, letting my hair fall freely down my back. then i put on my sparkly combat boots and go back to the side of the stage where i see another one of the dancers is finishing her routine. the crowd cheers then she exits.
i walk on again and look down. 'work' starts playing as i roar to life, accenting each movement and executing them as sharp and powerful as possible. i can hear whistles coming from the audience. after a minute and a half, the song changes to uptown funk, then what do ü mean. as the music dies down, i stand still and look down. i've never heard anything so loud in my entire life. screams and applause fill my ears. i smile to myself and walk off the stage, swaying my hips left and right.
i jog back to my dressing room and look at my phone. there are 4 texts from grant.
the amazing grant
||love the costume!
||woah, nice split :-)
||damn girl! 'work' it ;)
||you did amazing! meet me in the back of the ballroom when you're done!
i smile to myself. he's so cute! but i mentally scold myself for thinking that. hes just a friend. and besides, i only met him yesterday!
i change into a black t-shirt with the superman symbol on it... superman is the best superhero ever! i decided on no sweatshirt, its july... it can't be that cold outside. then i put on light blue skinny jeans and black converse. i grab my phone and purse, heading out the door. i check the time. 8:30
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:...
