His Dancer

The Beginning..

"What do you mean, When you nod your head yes but you want to say no.." Ughhh groaned Sofia as turned over her phone and silenced her alarm. All she could think about was how tired she is until 10 minutes later she finally had enough courage to get up and get into the shower. As she waited for the shower to heat up she turned on her JBL waterproof speaker and blasted Justin Bieber. She stripped down to bare and got into the shower. As the steam surrounds her and hot water runs over her petite body she can't help but feel alone. It was those lonesome shower thoughts getting to her. Sofia lives in an apartment in LA, that her rich parents offered to pay for. She has a dog, named Lola, a baby husky that she adores. But the quietness gets to her sometimes. Her best friend Chantel still lives with her parents a couple minutes away.

She cleans off and does her morning routine while face timing her best friend also known as her #1 supporter before they go to the dance studio together. When Sofia finishes getting ready and grabbing her apple to eat with a water bottle. She grabs her Range Rover keys and heads over to Chantel's to pick her up.

Sofias p.o.v:
"Beeeeep" Its been 10 minutes I'm waiting for Chantel to get out here and it's not okay. Right as I'm about to honk again Chantel comes sprinting out of her front door panting,"Are you trying to get me killed?!", My parents were sleeping imagine if they would've woken up phew. "I don't care come onnnn", I whined as I plugged my phone into aux cord and blasted Justin Bieber's new album Purpose.  I clicked shuffle and No Pressure came on. As I danced and bounced around at a red light. Chantel was in her phone scrolling when her breath hitched..."Sofia,I need you to calm down after I tell you this, please don't scream. I look over and she starts reading as I look back onto the empty LA roads. All I hear from the the passenger seat are the words,"Justin Bieber is looking for new dancers for his new Purpose Tour", I stomp on the brake pedal and look over at Chantel. "YOU'RE KIDDING, STOP LYING IM GOING TO KILL YOU!", "I'm not lying read it for yourself when we arrive at the studio." "FINE", I respond as I hit the gas pedal and go at 70 mph down the roads.

As we enter the doors I snatch her phone out of her hands and read what Scooter Braun Justin's manager posted. "OH MY GOD WE NEED TO GET A SONG AND CHOREOGRAPH IT NOW!" I screeched as I threw my bag by the door and started getting stretched. "You need to calm down and what song?", asked Chantel. "I know Justin likes Beyoncé a lot so we should do one of her songs. "LETS DO 7/11" As the girls spent 12 hours in the studio they perfected their dance and can't wait for tryouts a week from now.

A week later....fast forward to auditions
Me and Chantel walked in wearing Leggings with cropped tank tops hoping for the best. We both got numbers I was 114 and she was 115. We stretched and stretched till Scooter showed up and wished us all luck and what I least expected to happen was to see Justin Bieber walk through the rusty metal doors. When I saw him my heart dropped my knees felt wobbly and all I could hear was the faint noises of girls gasping and boys shouting about his style. I know it sounds cheesy but I never thought someone could be so perfect.