Cinnamon secured her belongings and closed the door to her locker in the female dancer's changing area. Ashley, Ksyn, and some of the other girls were warming up and stretching to Drunk in Love and everyone sang extra loud on the watermelon part.
But when Bey's choreographer Frank Gatson walked into the room they all froze.
Frank cleared his throat. "Excuse me, Cinnamon. Can I speak to you please, ma'am?"
All eyes were on her as she crossed the room and followed him to a private area where they could talk.
Frank didn't waste any time getting to the point. "Listen. I'm sorry, but you didn't make the final cut to be an alternate for the tour."
He handed her a large white envelope filled with severance papers and her final paycheck and Cinnamon accepted it silently, too stunned to respond.
"Don't worry, though. You're very talented. You know that. So you'll probably get a call back for our next video or another project in the future. "
He put his arm around her shoulder guiding her back out the door. "We really appreciate all your hard work and effort. Take care, doll."
After Frank left, Cinnamon stood there trying to pull herself together. She didn't want the other dancers to see her looking defeated.
Damn. Just like that all her big plans for getting more exposure for herself went out the window. And in the back of her mind she couldn't help but wonder if Laurent's arrogant, ungrateful ass had something to do with it.
She straightened her shoulders and tried to look dignified walking back into the locker room. Word had spread quickly and some of the dancers gave her hugs and words of encouragement as they rushed past to get to rehearsals on time.
In a daze, Cinnamon slowly opened her locker, took her duffle bag and purse out, and set them on one of the benches. Then she pulled out her phone to call an Uber and noticed it was lit up like a Christmas tree with alerts from her Instagram account scrolling up the screen one after another.
Perplexed, she slid open the lock and pressed one of the messages to discover that she had over a thousand new followers and a ton of messages. The corners of her mouth turned up into a devious smile as she opened a photo link and started reading the comments.
Well, well, well. Looka here, looka here. The social networking gods had moved in her favor.
Cinnamon's faithful fans from her days as a winner two seasons ago on So You Think You Can Dance were all over the Internet gossiping about her and Laurent, and Les Twins fans worldwide were buzzing in response.
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. That was Cinnamon's motto. And she was about to make enough lemonade for Laurent Nicolas Bourgeois to drown in.
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Through the Fire (a Les Twins fanfic)
FanfictionHow far would you go for love? In this sequel to Secrets and Lies that's the burning question. When Les Twins come to Atlanta, Gabby and Laurent both let their guards down and fall into a whirlwind romance. But with the twins' rising fame comes a...
