Luke
"Next!" The director yelled as a crying girl ran out of stage
"Luke Hemmings" his assistant said, I hard swallowed, cleaning the remain chalk on my sweat pants and entered the stage
I stood on the center, both of the director's and his assistant's eyes fixed on me, his gaze was cold, his minty green eyes looked at me as if was naked, his lavender hair sticking in every direction "How old are you?" He asked
"18.. sir" I said, he pursued his lips and his assistant wrote my answer
"We look forward to see you dance" he smiled, his thick accent bouncing on the walls of the almost empty auditorium, I nodded, intimidated by his authority and positioned myself as the music started together with my routine, pirouettes, jumps, trying to perform with the highest technique I have, I've practicing this for months now, this part defines my entire career
"Enough" The director stopped the music in the middle of a double pirouette and I managed to not trip, he looked at me, the same cold eyes, no emotions, then he whispers something to his assistant and she quickly writes it on her notebook, only for him to yell "Next" without even looking back at me
I ran out of stage pushing back the tears that threatened to start falling, I got to the dressing room which for my luck was empty and started packing, silent tears leaving my eyes
That's when the door blasts open, a tanned guy enters the room completely furious, mumbling profanities, he takes off his shirt and slams it to the mirror
"What happened?" I asked hoping he won't notice I've been crying
"That asshole of the director said that my tattoos aren't too graceful for a dancer" I notice the few tattoos covering his arms and some in his chest
"At least you finished your routine"
"He didn't leave you finish?! Who does he think he is?!"
"Our boss?"
"What does he know? He can't be much older than me and acts like he's god" He says "I'm Calum by the way" he introduces himself
"Luke"
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Calum had convinced me to stay and see the results, even though I'm sure they won't pick me, we got to the mass of people surrounding the small piece of paper, Calum ran towards it until he reached the top and searched his name, his expression changed completely, he looked sad and disappointed, I knew they hadn't choose him
He got back to me, a sad smile on his face "So?" I asked knowing the answer
"Stellar's understudy"
"That's good!" I said trying to cheer him up "At least you're in the cast! you know if the protagonist...dies or something, you didn't see my name did you?"
"Go check for yourself" I walked into the crowd of people until I reached the list, I read it starting from the bottom because, let's face it, I had more chances in there, I passed calum's name and kept reading it until I got to the second name on it, under the female's stellar, wrote on there was my name, I had gotten the male's stellar
A choked "Oh my god" left my mouth and I slowly left the hysterical crowd, I tried to find Calum but he was already gone, lucky me I don't have to go through that uncomfortable moment
I took my jacket and dance equipment and left the theather, the weather was so cold steam left my mouth as i breathed, I buried my hands inside of my jacket and waited for a cab, then I saw him, the purple haired director who's name I still don't know getting into his car, he noticed me and I smiled slightly saying "Thank you" he smiled back and nodded before entering the car and driving away
* Author Note *
What da ya think! I liked this chapter idk maybe just because Luke and Cal being ballet dancers and that hotter that wasabi
I'm writing this during a black out wtf?! i always write better like this anyway
And Mikey is a little Jonny Deepy idk if you know what i mean... I love his character so much.. I'm still in the new fic fever so I love all my characters
his assistant is that little asian girl from Dr House (was that racist? sorry she is really short and mousy)
I don't know dance terminology coz I'm not a ballet dancer, I'm an urban dancer but I used to do ballet so... and I've made some research so i don't get the terms wrong
ily! vote comment stuff
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