Childhood Romance (One Direction, Justin Bieber FF)

Chapter 14

(Amy's POV)

I was awoken by the smell of bacon and eggs airing from the kitchen. I opened my eyes slowly and smiled to myself.

"Today's the day.." I mumbled quietly as I stretched my body out to loosen my muscles. I sat up slowly and took a quick glance at my phone which popped up with a reminder saying 'Dance Rehearsals begin🙈'.

I still can't believe Beyoncé asked me to be her dancer. She's my idol, my role-model, my hero and I was going to be performing next to her in front of thousands of people in a few months.

I slid off of my bed and walked over to my mirror, flinching at the reflection "Damn!" I thought to myself "that's enough to give you nigthtmares" I chuckled as I pulled my hair into a pony-tail and made my way downstairs.

Mum and dad were still staying at my house because the refurbishments are taking a little longer than expected but it's not all that bad; I get home-made breakfast every morning.

"Good morning" she said with a smile as I jumped down off the last step of the stairs and grabbed a plate of food.

"Are you excited?" Dad asked as I gulped a glass of fresh orange juice.

"Mmm" I said taking another gulp.

"You don't sound very excited... Baby girl you're going to be living your dream soon" mum said, intensively staring at me

"Mum, I'm more than excited, I can't even describe it but I can't go all fan girl on her. I have to be calm and collective, like it's a normal day, just hanging out with my friend beyonce."

She laughed. "Whatever works for you sweetheart"

I finished off my breakfast and then headed back up the stairs to gets ready. I took a shower and untangled my hair with my fingers to make sure it was fresh and clean. I hummed the tune of 'love on top' whilst washing my body and then shortly leaving the shower. After a long period of blow drying, straightening and pushing it up into a high and messy pony tail, I headed over to my makeup dresser; applying little and natural makeup and then into my wardrobe, choosing some leggings and a baggy dance top.

I stood in-front of my full lengthen mirror, looking myself up and down making sure my appearance was as perfect as it could be.

"Go show 'em what you can do" I whispered to myself before grabbing my dance bag which was packed with water, a towel, deodorant and a spare pair of clothes. I grabbed the keys to my car and my iphone and kissed both my parents and headed for LA studios.

Once I had arrived in the car park, I parked my large 4x4 into a space and made my way towards the door of the studio. Several crowds of fans were surrounding the door but body guards stopping them. At my approach they all screamed.

"Dancer?" One of the body guard said. I nodded.

"Name?" The other asked.

"Amy philo" I said and the first body guard repeated it down a walkie-talkie.

Several seconds later, someone replied down the walkie-talkie saying "let her in"

He opened the door and walked down a long corridor which led to a door which said 'Beyoncé' on. I pushed open the door and first spotted a group of 6 other ladies giggling, they looked similar to me, age-wise and dressed the same, I guess they're her dancers too. I then spotted Beyoncé over by a choreographer and her management team. She spotted me and gestured me to come over.

"hey baby girl.. Welcome to the studio, the other female dancers are over there" she said pointing at the group of ladies "and the guy twins are over there" she smiled as she looked over at them, they were messing up each others Afros and having a dance off.