Providing a Good Deed 2

Three.

Enjoy babies and ignore mistakes!
(P.S. I don't know how an actual dance audition works at Juilliard Art School, but I have an idea so I'm just going to go with it)

Bare with me loves, lol

               3 Days Later | Audition Day

Giselle Monét
Giselle took a deep breath, studying her surroundings and the petite girls around her.

Petite as an long, lanky and skinny. Most of them were Caucasian in color and definitely exotic. They wore their hair high in perfect buns, meanwhile Giselle had her long hair slicked back in a low bun.

Giselle's stomach was in knots. The time was 2:00PM and auditions had began. Giselle was number 15.

Giselle and her mom woke up bright and early to go warm up at the studio and prepare for today's audition. Giselle packed many snacks thinking that she would have to wait forever, but time was going by pretty fast and she would soon be presenting her solo in front of many professionals of the Juilliard dance school.

Giselle felt confident, but not exactly too confident. The different women around her were putting her to shame. She didn't know how to feel and she didn't necessarily love the feeling she was feeling. "Shit." She hissed, opening her legs up into a wide straddle.

It was an understatement that Giselle Monét felt out of place. The girls were way different from her and very graceful and talented.

The way their legs extended, or the way they raised up onto their toes oh so effortlessly, or the way their arms arched and their back shaped into a beautiful crescent moon. It was all so beautiful. It was art.

Picking up her ringing phone, Giselle smiled. She was receiving a FaceTime call from King.

Her smiled grew wider as his face appeared. "King!" She squealed, not caring if people stared at her, or not. Hell, white people were going to stare at an African American girl anyway. Most likely wondering why in the hell she was existent in the same room as them.

There were only like 4 other Africa American women in the same holding room as her. It was quite terrifying, but she could hold her own. She wasn't afraid.

"Princess." He smiled his goofy grin. Giselle loved her some King. King was who'd she be staying with if she did get accepted into Juilliard. Only until she was able to afford her own place.

She didn't want her parents paying for anything.

"How are you? You feeling okay? You nervous?" He asked, making her laugh.

She shook my head. Her smile hadn't yet left her flushed out face. "I'm feeling great. Quite nervous, but I can't let it get to me. I've had plenty of auditions, though this one is definitely the one that counts."

Giselle had been training for 10 hours every week for her whole life. Her body was made to dance and she was going to prove that to the judges.

"You got this princess. I know you do and I have faith in you."

She nodded. "Thank you King. You need to tell Princeton to stop being so damn distant. He could've at least gave me a good luck. What is he up to?" She heard Number 14 being called, causing her to suck her teeth.

She was next and they would soon be calling her number. "Number 15 please." Giselle shot he head up and looked over at the tall brunette while lady who called out her designated number.

Why are they calling me so early? She thought to herself. "There you go princess. Call me when you make it! I love you."

Inside, she felt all jittery and now she was more nervous than ever. "I love you too." She stuttered, standing to her feet.