Once Upon A Wish (On Hold)

Once Upon A Wish

                11:09—my alarm clock reads, only two more minutes to go. My heart beats in the anticipation. My ritual begins. I pop in my favorite CD, and turn it to track 7. The sweet sound of a piano fills my ears. It’s Your Day by Yiruma. I glance back at the clock again…mere seconds to wait…5…4…3—

                “Belle; it’s time to go, what are you doing down there?” Quickly I grab my dance bag and race upstairs. Only one person would be calling me at a time like this, the one person who just doesn’t understand, my mother.

                As the last chords of music fade away back in my room, I glance at the kitchen clock—11:12, the magic has ended.

                “What took you so long?” my mother asks as I climb into the car. I glare in response but say nothing. Ignoring her, I slip in my ear-buds and grab my favorite book out of my bag. Grimm’s Fairy Tales, I let the stories take me away.

About an hour later I end up at my personal heaven. “I’ll be back in three hours, be ready this time,” mom growls at me. I roll my eyes, but no more than that, patronizing my mother for a moment. “Okay mom, whatever,” I relpy, closing the door.  As soon as I turn away, the car pulls off. I sigh. Two months, I remind myself, two more months and I’ll be 18. Two more months, and I’ll be free. But no time to think of that now. I push all negative thoughts of my mother out of my head. I sigh again as I walk into the locker room.

                “You know you’re gonna lose your soul with all that sighing.” I turn around surprised, as my best friend, and dance partner, Adam appears behind me. I hug him as he laughs at my expression.

                Mom’s irritating me again, and she made me miss my wish…again.” I complain, letting him go.

                “Oh heaven forbid you miss a day. Do you even know what you would wish for?”

                “No, not exactly…” I frown as he raises a brow at me, “But that’s not the point—“

                “You’re right, it’s not. The point is we have all of one day left before the Showcase and we’re nowhere near ready.” I open my mouth to protest, but he held up and hand, beating me to it. “I don’t want to hear it, now go get changed.”

                 I pout at him, but he just rolls his eyes. Sighing to annoy him, I start to change, lost in my own little world. Adam can be harsh at times, but usually just under pressure. We definately have our share of that coming tomorrow. Lucky for us,Adam booked the studio so we could practice once more before the big day. Trying to cheer him up, I deside to tease Adam a bit.

                “We would be ready if you knew how to catch me,” I call, but he’s already gone. I smile to myself,shaking my head. Maybe he’s right, but I'd never tell him that.  Running over the routine in my head I complain to an imaginary Adam… “Stupid triples,” I mutter. I know complaining is pointless, but it's so fun.Besides, it's  not like we can change the choreography now. We needed the rigor. Plus, if we by some miracle we could change our routine, I'd hear crap from Adam about how it was my choreographed routine in the first place. Like I said, we needed the rigor. This Showcase was our ticket out of here, literally. Yes, there are scouts at every competition, but this one was different; Julliard scouts are going to be there, and technically, this is not just another competition; it's our audition as well. It's our chance; Adam’s, as well as mine. I'm not going  to let him down. Not this time, there's way too much at stake.

               Ah practice. Practice was grueling, but productive. We laughed, cried, screamed, and irritated each other, but hey, that's why best friends should never work together. We didn't change anything though, that would have just been too much to deal with. Did I trip over nothing a few times...maybe. Did Adam drop me on my face? YES. Did we finally get together in the end? It seemed that way.  Do I think we’re ready for tomorrow? No, not even close, but there’s nothing we can do about it now. I say goodbye to Adam as my mom pulls up. Not even bothering to mention anything about the practice, (or how sore I know we both are,) I just hug him for a bit.  “Don’t forget to wish,” I whisper. He rolls his eyes at me and smirks I sigh.