Skin and Bones (GirlxGirl)

Tag, You're It

I am a quiet sensible girl who never thought I would make it on my favorite T.V. show, Talent Masters, let alone trying out, but here I am standing in line for auditions at 2 in the afternoon. Freezing my ass off.

Once I arrived inside the building, I was given an application to explain the basics of who I was and what I was doing.

Name: Sam Martina
Occupation/School: Graceton High School
Date Of Birth: December 18, 2000
Talent: Dancing

I turned on my application quickly and sat in the theatre seats waiting for my turn and watching everyone else's performances until the judges finally call out my name. They said I was next so I had to get ready.

I quickly ran backstage with my gym bag and dressed in a pretty pastel dress. It came down to right above the knees and was very loose and silky so it provided a nice visual for my turns. I quickly pulled my dark purple hair up into a tight ballet bun that would have made any professional dancer proud, and started on makeup. I was going for a more dramatic look so I turn on a playlist on my phone and plug in my earbuds. I dramatically do my makeup to the beat of the music. Dragging my brush across my eyes in a wispy motion. It was my most favorite part of getting ready.

"On in five, gorgeous!" A brunette girl calls out to me just as I finish my makeup.

I blush at her comment and put away all my things.

"So, babe, whatcha doing? You need a track played?" she asks around a mouthful of gum.

"Y-yeah, here. Its um.. the second one."

I hand her the CD and she wishes me good luck. She winks and then left quicker than I could reply.

"Sam Martina? You're up!"

I ran out onstage and got in position.

The curtains open quickly to reveal me balancing on one leg and the other stretched out in a pointe with me dramatically leaned over it.

And then my track begins to play.

Tag, You're It by Melanie Martinez

I let the music take over and jeté across the stage. Quickly turning at the chorus and bending down gracefully.

I got lost in the music after that. I couldn't tell you what I did. I was lost into all the dance movements.

My feet were aching and sore by the time the end ice cream truck music played and I leaned down into a smooth curtsy.

I heard scattered claps across the theatre, but the bright lights prevented me from seeing the judges faces.

I curtsied once more and then (just for extra show) jazz walked off the stage.

The girl was at the exit with my CD, "Holy crap! Babe, you're amazing!"

A blush and a smile creeps over my face, "Thanks, but my name's Sam not babe."

She laughed, "Kairi," she replied and shook my hand, "you're just the whole package aren't you Sammy, dear? Good looks, taste in music, and great talent."

I could feel my face heating up even more, but before I could dignify myself with a response, someone called her name, and she left.

"Its Sam," I mumbled after her retreating figure.

***

That night, I went to the dance studio instead of heading home. Although my feet were already aching from this afternoon's performance, I was still incredibly nervous about it all. So I danced until I couldn't anymore.

***

"SAAAAAAAM!!!!" is the first thing I am greeted with when I open the front door.

And quickly after the ear-piercing shout, another follows, "SAM'S HOME?!"

I giggled to myself as I was pummeled by my twin brothers. They were five years old and absolutely adored me for some reason.

"Hey boys! You weren't too terrible for Micheal were you?"

Their eyes open wide, and they send each other a worried glance.

I frown, trying to look a bit intimidating and address Alex who I know is more likely to crack and spill what happened than Adam.

"Alex? What happened? Where's Micheal?"

Alex blushed slightly before Adam nudged him with his foot, shaking his head violently.

"Alex?" I prompted, and crossed my arms.

"He'soutintheshed!" Alex breathed out before Adam hit his arm in frustration, and they ran off giggling.

I sigh a bit exasperated with their silly antics, and walk outside to the shed.

And of course there's my older brother Micheal, duct taped to the wall.

I let out a laugh, and he looks up at my giggling figure.

"Goddammit Sam! Get me down."

"Okay, okay. Geez, give me a minute I just got home."

He rolled his eyes as I began pulling off the tape, "Oh I'm so sorry, your majesty, its not like I've been up here for like two hours."

I giggled, "You shouldn't be a smartass to the only one who's willing to get you down."

Micheal sighed, but a smile took over his face, "Sorry Sam. How was the audition? And when do you know if you've made it?"

"Um... It was okay, I suppose. They said they'd call me tomorrow or the day after. One of the backstage staff complimented me though so that was nice I guess." I reply awkwardly, not really sure what to say.

Micheal was always supportive of my dancing and all, but he hadn't been too keen on the idea of me trying out for the show because that would mean he had to stay with the boys more often, and they didn't particularly get along.

The boys blame Micheal for taking us away from our parents when the truth is Micheal saved me. Our parents were terribly abusive towards me once I came out to them. They beat me a lot, but it took almost a year for me to finally tell Micheal who, thankfully got custody of all of us since he was 25 at the time.

The twins still missed our parents, and didn't really understand why we had left. We tried to explain to them that they weren't good people, but they're five so telling five year olds their parents weren't the greatest people in the world obviously didn't go well.

Micheal nodded at my response, "Hey, I'm sorry that we fought about it earlier, but I am really proud of you for this. And I've been thinking about it, and maybe its a good thing. You mot being home as much. Maybe the twins will finally warm back up to me."

I smile, happily at his response and simply keep working on getting him free.