Euphoria ~Tom Hardy

Chapter 1

The move to Los Angeles, California was not as bad as we thought it would be,  though it was quite long.

We had finished most of our unpacking about an hour ago. We decided to go to the Dennys down the street and have breakfast, since it was still 9 in the morning. We arrived at our new apartment around 4 this morning. It had taken us about two full days to get here, so we had stopped at a motel for one night to get some rest so we wouldn't crash.

I'm setting here trying to figure out what to order as I start to hear this annoying high pitched laugh. I look up at Maria, my best friend since the 3rd grade, to see if she hears it too and of course she does.

She's about to turn around and give them a piece of her mind, but the waiter shows up just in time to interrupt her.

I order blueberry pancakes with orange juice and she orders eggs and turkey bacon with milk.

The waiter walks off to put in our order as we hear the annoying high pitched laugh again.

As I glare at this women I also see who she is with. I didn't realize I was staring until I see him look at me and smirk. Oh the nerve of some men and all of their cockiness. Egotistical ass.

He may be hot like a god from the sky's, all chiseled to perfection, but that does not mean I'm going to fall for a player. Especially since he has this annoying high pitched platinum blonde bimbo hanging on his every word.

I am so thankful when they finally leave and the waiter brings us our food. Finally some peace with a side a pure bliss melting in my mouth.

Maria gives me a quizzical look before devouring her food and taking a bite out of my blueberry pancakes, earning a scowl from me. Even though she does it all the time.

I have a few castings to get to when we finish eating and Maria had an interview at Park&Park Law Firm.

When I get to the first casting I realize that there is way more people here than I had originally thought there would be. I'm both relieved and surprised when I see that they are taking a group of 5 at a time.

They hand me a sheet paper showing me what moves I need to know when I go in with my group. There is also a part where it says, "If your picked in the first part during the group dance then you'll get to do a solo dance of your own choice until we picked our top 10 choices, for a call back."

I make sure to memorize all of the moves as I waiting to go in. It's not that hard to do considering I know them all anyways.

Finally after about an hour and half I get called in there with my group. We give them our portfolios and get into position as they start the music.

It's just a few moves and five minutes of the music playing, but I make sure to rock it since I did take ballet since the 3rd grade.

I can feel all eyes on me as I finish all of the moves and the music comes to an end. I look up to see if the director and other crew members have chosen any of us out of my group, but as soon as I do I'm regretting it.

I can't believe my eyes, the pompous ass is setting behind the table with the director with the biggest smirk plastered on his face.

I glare at him before I hear my name being called, to do a solo dance. I walk up to the table and retrieve what I need and walk back out the doors to learn my next routine.

I have to show them and all of these other dancers that I'm getting here on my hard work and determination not my good looks and especially for not being easy.

I put my head phones in to listen to Crystallize by Lindsey Stirling and move to the music trying to figure out my moves for my next routine.

I feel someone come up to me and put their hand on shoulder to stop me in my movements. I turn around to see who it is and take my head phones out.

This time it's my turn to smirk as I ask, "Can I help you?" In the sweetest voice I can conjure up.

"I wanted to ask you if you were at Dennys this morning?" He says in a deep voice.

No wonder that platinum blonde bimbo hung on his every word and attached herself to his hip. Jeez the nerve of some women making all women look trashy and easy. Please let me smack some sense into your dumb ass. Not gonna happen, I will never be like that.

I'm skeptical about saying yes, I don't want him to think just because he seen me staring at him this morning that I want anything to do with him.

"Maybe, why?"

"Well, I've never seen you around here before. Of course there is always new people everyday. My name is Tom." He puts his hand in front of me expecting me to shake it.

I reluctantly do, but when I touch his hand to shake it, I feel sparks fly up my arm like nothing that I've ever felt before. I know he feels it to by the way he twitches the muscles in his arm. I try not to show it in my voice as I say, "My name is Leah and yes actually I just moved here this morning with my best friend Maria."

"Let me be the one to welcome you here to L.A. Cali. It's nice to meet you. Also I wanted to let you know that all the solos will start at 8 in the morning tomorrow."

"Thank you. It's nice to meet you too Tom and that's actually great, I'll be here bright and early. Thanks for letting me know."

At least he is being nice, instead of the jerk I thought him to be. We still have tomorrow though and who knows what's going on in a man's mind, usually sex unless their not a player. To which I highly doubt he isn't.

"Ok, I'll see you bright and bushy tailed at 8 in the morning. Have a great night Leah." He finishes with a husky voice and turns around to walk away.

Uh the way my name rolls off his tounge just makes me almost wet. How can you be that good looking, have a great career, and have a great voice. This world, I'm amusing, just has its laughs and cruel jokes on everyone.

I gather up my belongings and walk out the door to grab a cab to head home.

I need some much needed girl time and I have some really good gossip I just know Maria is going to love.