"Charlotte!"
A warning voice calls for me. I yawn and sit up from the circle stage.
Katie stands over me.
"Katie leave me alone I'm napping."
Wait a sec.
I bolt up.
I spin around in a circle.
Katie stands in front of me.
Next to her is Kaydance, my dad, my mom, Daveed, and a shorter man with a hoodie pulled over his head.
They say nothing.
"...the hell?"
Rain outside the auditorium pounded on the roof.
I say nothing as well.
The man in the hoodie pulls his hoodie up.
"D!"
"What?!"
I jolt awake, hitting heads with Darren.
He falls backwards, almost knocking over a table.
"Oh my God are you-"
He laughs hysterically, doubling over on the floor.
I glance over the end of my bed.
D is curled up in a ball of laughter on my floor.
"D are you ok..."
He wheezes.
"Do I need to call someone?"
He clutches his stomach and shakes his head, struggling to breathe.
I snort.
My hand flies to my mouth, muffling the insane laughter flooding the room.
After almost ten minutes of nonstop laughter, D sits on the bed next to me.
"You good now?"
I shrug.
"Cheeks hurt now, but that's it."
He laughs softly.
"No. Before that."
I glance at him.
"What do you mean?"
I begin to notice he is wearing the same hoodie.
"You yelled for me."
I laughed sarcastically.
"Yeah I was asking you in here."
He scoffs.
"Charlie, you were sleeping."
I shrug again.
D sighs and stands up, offering me his hand.
"Come on. Let's get Wings before we head out."
I smile and take his hand.
YOU ARE READING
New York- Where Dreams are Made
General FictionCharlotte Spencer is a small town girl. She dreams her entire life of going to New York. Her life in the town she grew up in isn't exactly all sunshine and rainbows. She struggles to make it out of the horrid place and fight her way to the top. S...
