Della is an aspiring professional dancer. Her and her childhood best friend move to New York to chase their dreams but hers are cut short when she realizes life isn't that easy. So, she now waits tables at Valentino's an Italian restaurant, until sh...
"Five. Six. Seven. Eight.", the instructor said as she counted us in. Then the music started.
I looked in the mirror as I swiftly rolled my hips to the beat. Stepping out and turning, I followed through with a dip as I slowly came back up. Branden came behind me and placed his hands on my waist as we both winded to the rhythm . Spinning me around to face him, he picked me up as I wrapped my legs around his back and he lowered me into a split. Then the music stopped.
"What the hell was that!?", Laila my dance instructor yelled.
"That transition was horrible. The point is to make it look sexy, Della you have to make your move sharp like this.", she said as Branden picked her up and she proceeded to show me the move again.
"I'm trying ok.", I said while tying my hair into a bun, it was to hot for her bullshit.
"Don't try. Do.", she said as she started the music over.
Letting out a sharp breath, Branden patted my back assuring me that everything would be alright. Nodding my head I got back into position and waited for the music to start again.
"Alright, see you tomorrow.", I said as I waved Branden good bye. Practice was finally over.
I walked down Brehms Ln so that I could get to work. Checking my phone clock for the time, I seen that I had exactly 10 minutes to get there or I'd be late. Picking up speed, I walked the next four blocks and made it to Valentino's Italian Restaurant.
Valentino's was some high classes, over priced restaurant that served those leaves with fancy food decor. To be honest with you I think people only come for the dessert, because Mama Terry makes it from scratch and it's the bomb.
"Good evening Della.", Ricky said as he cooked the steak.
"Hey Hey.", I smiled as I proceeded to the back to change my clothes.
After changing I tied my hair up so that it wouldn't fall in anyone's food and grabbed my notepad and pen.
"Hello, I'm Della and I'll be your server today. Can I start you off with some drinks?", I asked the white middle aged couple I was serving.
"Yes Della, I would like a bottle of Chardonnay on the rocks and two waters with lemon.", the man said ordering for them both. Mentally rolling my eyes at how extra he was being, I jotted down his order onto the notepad.
"Are you all ready to order or do you need a little more time?", I asked.
"A little more time sweetie.", the woman said as she gave me a warm smile causing me to smile back. Leaving, I went to get their bottle and drinks.
Half way through filling up their cups, I saw flashes through the corner of my eye.
"Ohhh big time celeb coming, I swear. I don't get why those paparats are so extra.", Ricky said in his thick Italian accent causing me to chuckle.
Peeping through the kitchen window, I tried to see as best I could who it was this time. Since I've been here I've never gotten the chance to serve a celebrity but I want to so badly.
"Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god how do I look? Is my hair ok? Do I have any stains on me?", Lenny my coworker asked as she came rushing into the kitchen almost knocking me out with the door.
"Damn Len and you look like a penguin considering you have on a black vest and white shirt.", I said getting a laugh from Ricky.
"Ha Ha very funny.", she said sarcastically as she scrunched up her nose had rolled her eyes.
"Aww did I make the whittle baby mad.", I said as I pinched her cheeks causing her to slap my hands away.
"Stop it.", she said.
"Anyways, why did you ask.", I asked as I turned back around to continue filling up the cups.
"I get to serve the Chris Brown.", she said as she started to jump up and down.
I almost spilled both cups of water.
She gets to serve Chris Brown, like I've only wanted to be his background dancer since like for fucking ever.
"Ugh, no fair.", I said as I stomped my foot and left to give the couple there water.
I took the couples food order as I glanced up and seen how happy Lenny's face was as his body guard escorted her over to his section. I could only see the back of his head but I did see his date. She was a pretty light skin girl with long black hair.
"Typical Chris.", I thought.
"Umm excuse me.", the man said.
"Oh no not you. I'm sorry. But anything else?", I asked feeling embarrassed.
"No.", he said with an attitude.
For the rest of the night I waited tables but not once did I get a glimpse of this mans face or even get close enough to ask him the question that I so desperately wanted to. I wanted to dance. Be his dancer and I was determined to do so. All those years of saving my petty waitress money to get me those dance classes weren't going to go to waist. And I'll be damned, If I moved here for nothing.
"Della!?", Ricky yelled knocking me out my thoughts.
"Yes.", I said.
"You ready?", he asked. I shook my head yes and gathered my things.
The entire ride to my apartment I thought about how this was my chance and how I might not have another one. I could've easily bust out a eight count right in that restaurant, gotten fired and wouldn't have had a care in the world because I know my moves would have impressed him.
"Alright D, see you tomorrow same time.", he said.
"You know it.", I said as we did our handshake and I went into my apartment complex. Walking past the same old ass men trying to press down and crackheads begging for some spare change I made my way up to the third floor.
Entering my apartment, I plopped down on the sofa and took off my shoes and jacket. Putting all my stuff away and placing my tips into my piggy bank, I took a shower and hopped right into bed.
Slowly I started to drift off to sleep.
_________________________________ Della
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