In a Split Second || BTS

Chapter 4

Translations:

"au revoir" is French for "goodbye"

"louez le Seigneur" is French for "praise the Lord"

"pourquoi Dieu?" is French for "why, God?"

"petit morveux" is French for "little brat"

"Ce lui la est Jimin" is French for "this is Jimin"

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"Do you have your speaker?"

"Yes."

"Do you have your phone?"

"Yes."

"Are you wearing everything you need?"

"Yes, and my pointe shoes are in my bag."

"Why would you need pointe shoes?"

"You never know."

"You ballet dancers weird me out. Anyways, do you have my emails in print form?"

"Yes."

"You know you need them, right?"

"Yes."

"If the Wi-Fi goes out and you cannot access my emails, you have the print form packet."

"Yes, I understand. Why are you treating this like it is my first day of school?"

"I am not!"

"You are. It is like you are a mother dropping her child off to her first day of elementary school."

"I am not like that. But seriously, you have that packet, right?"

I chuckle. "I have told you a million times, yes. Calmez-vous, Mum."

"Don't use that disrespectful attitude with me," she grumbles underneath her breath.

"Apologies, Mother."

The taxi pulls to a stop in front of a looming building that reaches up towards the clouds.

"That is the building?" I ask nervously, swallowing hard. I have not worried about the risk of this job since it was first introduced to me and I am now wondering if I should return to my former anxiety.

"That is the one, baby. Get going – I have a meeting halfway across town in thirty minutes."

I ignore the fluttering in my stomach and haul myself out the door with my duffel bag swung over my shoulder. My legs are weak like jelly, but they manage to hold me up while Tammy shouts her goodbyes at me from the car window.

"Au revoir. Don't mess up!"

"Thanks a lot," I call back as the taxi speeds away. I turn to face the large building and let out a long sigh to calm my nerves before stepping through the doors to the lobby. Gentle music hums from within and when the door shuts softly behind me, the woman at the front desk smiles warmly.

"Hello. How may I assist you?"

"Hello, I–" My voice escapes as a squeak, so I clear my throat and try again. "My name is Cherisse. I was hired to be BTS' new choreographer."

"I am sorry, miss, but you are speaking very quietly."

"Oh, I-I am sorry," I say quickly, shuffling towards the front desk so she can hear me better. "My name is Cherisse. Today is my first day as BTS' new choreographer."

"Cherisse..." The woman frowns as she searches her computer. "No surname?"

"No." Biting my lip, I realize what information Tammy must have had to enter. "But my name may be under Williamson."