Behind the Scenes (A Mikey Fusco Love Story) *Completed*

Chapter Four

(Gabrielle's POV ; One week later)

"So, Gabrielle, we hear you dance." The interviewer, whose name I still didn't know, showed off his pearly whites. I smiled, and nodded. "Yes I do! I actually started about three years ago." "Really? What inspired you to do so?" I smiled at the thought of the boyz and Mikey... Oh my God, Mikey. He still hadn't texted me. And it had been a week. "Um, Gabrielle? Is everything okay?" Everything went blank, and I felt a sudden hole the size of the Grand Canyon in my heart. I opened my mouth to talk, but tears filled my eyes. Maybe Mikey didn't like me? "Gabrielle!" My mom shook me again. I shot up from my pillow, my heart racing. "I've been calling you to get up for the past fifteen minutes!" "Um, sorry mom. Bad dream. I'll be ready in twenty." I got out of my bed and went to my closet. Tonight was some big award show and of course my mother had to go, and I was being dragged along. I pulled the purple gown out of my closet and laid it on my bed, then went to my bathroom. I quickly showered and then blow dried my hair, walking out with a towel wrapped around me. The sound of my phone vibrating made me run, causing me to slip on my butt. "God damn't..." I cursed under my breath, and got up, walking to my phone. I picked it up, and frowned. Just Drea:

DO YOU SEE THE FORECAST FOR TONIGHT GABRIELLE. RAIN. NO. WE CAN'T. R A I N.

I mentally said every curse word I knew. Rain and me were not a good mix. Especially when I was in heels and a dress? This was calling for a disaster. A groan escaped my mouth, and I fell backwards on to my bed. What am I going to do? I slid on the dress, my nude pumps, and quickly attempted to curl my hair (and failed). As I was walking through my perfume, camera men came in, along with the show's producer, Jen. "Awe sweetheart!" She smiled, and spun me. "You look stunning." "Thank you." I smiled, and blushed. "You're welcome! Now, we just need to get a few shots of you and your mom walking to the limo, and then we'll be good for the night since the media will do enough coverage for us." She said. I nodded, and grabbed my wristlet, slipping my phone and a few essentials into it. "Let's go!" I followed the whole crew outside, where the limo was pulled up at our door. The rain was just getting started, and I frowned. I really do not feel like being drenched by rain right now. I took Jen's cue that we were rolling and I stepped into the rain. A squeal of annoyance escaped my lips, and I half ran, half waddled to the limo, almost slipping in the process. I practically cartwheeled into the limo, and ignored the laughter coming from outside. A few minutes later, my mom got in, looking as graceful as usual. She smiled at my hot mess appearance, and kissed my cheek. "Let's get this show on the road!" I gently laid my head against the window. Please let this night go by fast...