A/N Im back!!! Have no clue how to continue.... I'll see where the story takes me I guess? Btw, are my chapters too short? I don't really know...
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Chapter 4
The next day came pretty quickly. Too quickly even. After the good news I called Molly to see of she got in too, and what do you know, she did!! Woohoo!! Not even were my dreams gonna come true, my best friend would be there to see it!! This was gonna be the most fun ever!
So, naturally we did what any other serious, professional dancer woukd have done. We got pissed drunk. Like, off our face kind of drunk. It was ridiculous. She came over in the evening, with 'a little surprise'. 7 bottles of liquor. She had Jack Daniels, Wodka, Tequila and loads of other stuff I couldn't even name. Don't know where she had the little part from. But man, it was good. And way to much.
I woke up in my bath with my head being drilled open. It was awful. I made myself swear I'd never drink again because dude, it was legit too much. The pain, the nausea and the awful taste in my moulth were just urgh. I felt like an idiot because usually I hated those people that got drunk and in the morning vowed never to drink again because of the hangover. I'd always tell them to suck it up. But I've never had more sympathy for them. I totally know where they're comong from.
After I established my surroundings, the search for Molly began. She wasn't in the bathroom, so atleasr I know no funny business happened between us too. Yea, I know that sounds wrong, but when Molly is drunk she get's quite, let's say, 'experimental'.
I couldn't find her!! I looked just about everywhere. I finally found her under my sink. Hugging the detergent like a teddy bear. I decided to take action, and do what every character in a sucky teenage movie does. Fill a bucket of water and throw it at her. Didn't really think that through though, my whole kitchen floor was now wet. Not to mention Molly looked like she was gonna kill me. Slowly. And enjoy it too. Yea, she could get pretty scary.
After she chased me around my apartment a couple times she calmed down. And my eye fell on the clock. SHITBALLS!!!! It was 11:37!!! At what time did it start again?! Thinking with this gigantic hangover was so hard. Especially after being chased around. "Molly", I screamed.
"What?"
"Rehearsals. They started at 10. Its 11:40 now."
"What?!"
"Narwals are awesome. WHAT DO YOU THINK I SAID?!" I was quickly losing patience with my friend, so I got a little sarcastic.
"Sorry, sorry. Don't get so cranky. We should go."
"No shit sherlock." Again, with the sarcasm. What can I say, I'm sometimes referred to as 'Little Miss Sarcastic', it's a nickname I carry with pride.
After I changed in my comfy dance sweats and a black thight skinny tank top, I helped Molly finding some of my clothes. Sure they were little small,on her but it was better than slept in clothes with was that puke?! Urgh don't even want to know. She also got changed in a record time and we were once again running to the rehearsal building. Let's pray to god that wouldn't become a habit.
We staggered in and before we could open our mouths the kind looking reception lady pointed to a room at the end of the beautiful hallway. We nodded a thanks, seeing as we were out of breath from running here, and once again began sprinting down the hall.
We got there quickly and barged in. The room was huge, and there were twenty two dancers busy rehearsing with a middle aged man, that was oh so clearly gay. Just like we like 'em. Molly and I used to have a friend called Adrian who was also not quite interested in females and every sunday we'd go hangout and spot gays with our 'gaydar'. Middle aged ones were our favorite. Sadly he moved away. So our trio became a duo.
Anyway, the middle aged man frowned at us, and stopped the music. He came over and said, : "I'm assuming you are Ms. Fingel and Ms. Lee. You are two hours late to MY rehearsal. Seeing as I know you don't have an excuse I just wanted to let you know, tardiness will not be accepted. I am Leo Rowney, the choreographer of the show."'
"Yep. Everytime we do this you should defenitly COME." This time it wasn't just me that flushed red, it was also Molly. Seriously?! Again with the coming jokes?! They were just rude. I was beginning to hate Nathaniel Grey. Screw that asshole.
"Ah, yes I would very much like that, except not in the asshole." OMG. I said that outloud. What HE said now, was just plain crude and disgusting. Is no one saying anything?! What a jerk.
"I'm Mr. Grey by the way. Even though I really like the sound of that, you may call me Nate." I decided to finally look at him. HE LOOKED SO GOOD. Am I drooling? Please tell me I'm not drooling. That would be so emberassing. Wait. Why would I care?! God, curse this hot jerk.
"So Anna and Molly, Ashley here will show you the things we already learned." His voice was so sexy while saying my name. Wonder what it sounds like while it's screaming my name. Jesus Christ Anna!! Don't forget you're a virgin. And prude. And a freaking virgin. Ew, I just grossed myself out.
"Thanks so much, Nate." Molly said before I could open my mouth. Still kinda blushing I saw her walk over to the bitch that auditioned with me. Guess she got in too.
"Yea, thanks soooo much, NATE." I said with a sickly sweet smile, sarcasm dripping from my voice. I saw his jaw tighten as I said this. Hm, guess I can get on his nerves too. The thought made me smile.
Ashley showed us the steps and we caught on quickly. She was dressed in a legit golden leotard, with golden high heals. Everytime she moved I was afraid her boobs would fall out. She also had blond hair but she was clearly the bimbo kind.
Ashley was being a real bitch. And it was annoying me. I just didn't get why. She must be PMSing. Molly seemed to like her though. Which was annoying me more. In fact it was pissing me off. It's just that she was nice to wmolly, not to me.
I looked at the sky, and mentally said: "The things I do for you Mom." I smiled.
A/N ok this one is also short, because I split it in too. The other half is the next chapter but thought it was too soon. It will be up tommorow, since after I'll be gone for two weeks
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Teen FictionAnnabelle Lee wants to be a professional dancer. She has to be for her deceased mother. So when she auditions for the new concert tour of Nathaniel Grey with her best friend Molly, she knows this is her one shot. She is willing to do anything for it...