The letter only came three weeks ago and now I'm here standing back stage for our first rehearsal at the Royal Albert Hall. I've danced for my whole life. Some say I was pirouetting before I could walk. Now, age 23, after a last minute audition here I am. Standing before my idol, John Barrowman.
He is everything I imagined. Witty, and so kind, I didn't expect to have much contact with the man himself. But, seeing me in the corner, watching the girls mix with other girls who'd had years of experience behind them. This was my first big gig, shaking like a leaf I saw him, messy brown hair in a hoody and jeans.
"I will not fan girl. I will not fan girl." I whisper to myself as I see him walking, no strutting towards me.
"Hi there, judging by your posture and the fact your miles away from the other girls I take it you are Amelia. Our baby of the group" he said putting, his arm around me, my heart beating so fast I thought it would burst.
"That's me" I smiled shyly.
"Well don't just stand in the corner on your own, go make friends, we're all family here" he smirked and said with a wink.
My god I felt my knees almost give way, how can he be this attractive it's not as if I'd even be noticed by him was it not for me stumbling in to the audition.
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john barrowman/ Captain Jack Harkness Shorts (smutty)
Short Storystory's about John Barrowman and/or captain Jack,
