A Little Bit Of Glitter

Almost Famous

Hello dears, I'm sorry I had to publish this part twice but it's because the first time Wattpad made it private because it had too much mature content. Sorry again, enjoy this chapter (:

July 19, 1973

Months flew by quickly. I'd already started rehearsing for Swan Lake, so I've started to earn money - but not enough to pay for my rent. Since sneaking that kitten into my room after the night at the cinema, I frequently wondered how I was going to continue hiding her. She was growing fast, and she had started getting louder. My birthday was last May. I talked with my parents, friends and Damian over the phone, but none of my friends in London knew when my birthday was. I've talked with Brian a couple of times; he told me when they recorded the disc, and he was going to let me know when it was going to be on sale.
He still was persistent in getting me to move in with him and Roger.
I woke up that morning and got ready to head to the theater. I was in the middle of breakfast when Brian called; he offered to take me out to lunch after I finished rehearsal. I accepted.

"More relevé!" George, the director, shouted. I did as he said. "One, two, three, jump! Five, six, seven, jump!" He continues yelling orders at us until the music stopped. "And reverence..."

Idina and I moved near him, breathing hard. Our backs and fronts where covered in sweat.

"Okay, that was okay, that's it. I'll see you tomorrow, girls."

"Bye, George!" We both said, hurrying to the dressing room.

"I think I have a muscle cramp." Idina said as we took a seat.

"My feet are killing me." I said, taking my pointe shoes off.

"You should buy a new pair if they're hurting you." She said, looking over my injuries.

"I don't have the money for it. I'll just keep treating my injuries with more cotton." I smiled. I wiped the sweat from my body with a towel and took clothes out of my bag. They were cute than the clothes I wore when I arrived. I wanted to look good for Brian.

"Ooh, it looks like you're getting pretty for someone." She said.

"I'm hanging out with a friend." I said, taking off my panties and leotard.

"Just a friend?" She teased.

"Yes. I already have a boyfriend back in Argentina." I laugh, stepping into a pair of jeans.

"Mhmm, okay."

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I said, walking to the mirror to fix my hair.

"No, I don't, so if you want to introduce your friend to me..."

"I'll tell him about you." I lied. But why did I lie? Did I feel jealous? I thought about it as I put on my shirt and coat.

"What's his name?"

"Brian," I said, spraying myself with perfume. "Well, Idina, I have to go. I'll see you later!" I grabbed my handbag and hurried off.

"Bye!" She said. I walked through the hallway and head down the stairs. Outside, it was sunny but windy.

"Hey!" I said when I saw Brian.

"Hello, Cyn, how are you?"

"I'm fine. How are you?" We started to walk.

"Good. I'm a year older now."

"Wait, it's your birthday?" He nodded. "Oh, happy birthday!" I said, hugging him tightly.

"Thank you." He smiled.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"I'm 26."