There was a weird feel in the air as I walked my normal path to the building I worked. It was a concert weekend much like others but instead of drunkees in the street there were high on One Direction teenagers roaming my domain. Everyone I knew was going to the concert or at least wanted to but here I am walking the mile to work in the breezy cool air having to swerve through the extra traffic.
I trudged through with my favorite hoodie on with the hood up trying to keep warm with leggings and black combat boots. I figured I would just change into my uniform when I got there so I could finish the ending of dance moms.
Don’t stereotype. I’m not the biggest fan but I dreamed of becoming a dancer something always compelled me. I wanted to be the best at every style whether it be a ballerina or a back up dancer for Justin bieber, it was going to happen. I practiced wherever I went. Busking on the streets to get money, on my way to work, or in classes when I had enough money to afford them.
I walked into the building that I have gone into for months now and was greeted by Janice my manager.
“You’re late, and where is your uniform?” She complained as if de ja vu from two days ago.
“Sorry, my bad… ill be right out!” I explained as I walked into the employee lounge that said private on the door.
“Well hurry up missy, you are killin me! It has been crazy all day… I could really use an extra hand!” she laughed because we both knew that was a joke. No one ever came into our store.
“Ya, Ya, Ya, im coming!” I said sarcastically. See Janice was really cool about everything. She had that hippie sense to her. Black curly hair, tan complexion, and loose fitting non-chalant clothes. She was really quite pretty and was really chill. I’m pretty sure she smokes some weed during breaks sometimes… but who knows.
I walked out of the employee lounge wearing the unflattering gray collared shirt that had the red American apparel logo on the right boob. My long strawberry blonde hair that I hadn’t really brushed was ruffled around my face but whatever.
I went straight to the cash register where Janice was sitting and leaned against the counter waiting for instructions.
“ Hey, do you think you can handle closing tonight by yourself. I am worn out and my boyfriend wanted to take me out on a date tonight.” She phrased in more of an answer than a question, but I didn’t care. That meant I was free to do whatever I wanted.
“ Yeah go ahead I got tonight!” she looked relieved and I was happy for her. She was the only person who I got along with at work. She immediately got up from her seat and went straight to the lounge got her stuff and left in a rush. I saw her as she crossed the street in the light that was over the street and disappeared into the dark.
I plugged my iPod into the stereo for the store and turned up the volume. i was in my own little world. I started to clean up, so I wouldn’t have to do it later. I mind as well have fun while doing it. I twirled and made up my own routine to the song, which just happened to be Say Something by the Great Big World. Folding clothes and hanging up items into the right place. I absolutely loved this song, there was so much passion and soul compacted into this song. You could feel the pain. I didn’t just go through the movements, I felt the steps, the moves that I thought of on the spot.
Going through isles of clothes and carts of underwear and what not. The song finally ended and another started, without even a hiccup it just seamlessly flowed through my body.
I bones jumped as I heard the front bell of the store open and my small dance party ended before it began, as a couple males walked in and went straight for the undewear. seemed like a strange product to buy at 6:30 at night to buy but i have seen stranger.
