CHAPTER EIGHT: Confused Harry Styles

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CHARIS’ POV

             As soon as Lee and Barry had given me all the instructions and coaching for this act, where I have almost 2-minute solo jazz, Barry left for a meeting.

            Few more repetitions till Lee dismissed our rehearsal for today. Gladly, he commends me for learning the entire piece for a matter of hours.

            “You may take your rest now, deary.” Lee thoughtfully uttered as he carefully put his things in his bag.

            “Sure. Sure” I replied as I gulp water from my jug.

            “Slowly, Charis.” He said more likely he commanded. I immediately stopped drinking the entire jug down to my system as I realized that would hurt my stomach later if I consume too much water right after active movement of the body for several hours.

            “Ooops.” Then I wiped my mouth with my towel.

            “So, I get to get going, love.” He said and winked. “My love is waiting for me, if you know what I mean.” He said bluntly and all flirty.

            “Oh my God!” I crunch up my nose, “Isn’t it too early for that?” He waved his hand as he laughed so loud and exited the room. “Use some protection, Lee.” I scolded, though I honestly don’t know if he still had heard my advice. Besides, he won’t need it anyway, they’re both gay, as if somebody’s going to be pregnant or something. I laughed at that thought.

            I looked around and realized that that very room, once filled with different, amazing artists, actors, actresses, singers, choreographers, dancers and others, with one same goal, which is to share their talents and make people happy thru the best way they can. At the same time, doing something really tiring and time-occupying job but with full of passion as we go day by day without realizing, we are finally performing this on stage in no time. Almost a year, since I auditioned for this role. Finally, Barry took me in. First, I thought he accepted me because of James, my sister’s boyfriend, but no. He clearly said that I have all this potential that he would love to see as I grow and mature in this career.

            This is what I have always been wanted and dreamt of. Not to mention, that this very team had helped me overcome my depression and loss after my recovery from my head damage and eye surgery way back in NYC.

            This whole thing had helped me to move on with life and to realize, how wonderful it is still to live. Although, I still have bitterness and anger within, but Barry and this whole team had helped me to cover it up and use it to become better. They are my family now and I’d love to do my very best to make them proud. I won’t let them down.

            Since I started having dramatic flashbacks, I played the music I was rehearsing on in the player. I started dancing and closed my eyes. Feeling every note of the only sound my ears are welcoming. Imagining people who had made my life worth living. Dreaming of better future – the happier one. Disregarding all the negative memories and burying them all down. But remembering all the good things that had come.

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