Should I call you a cab?

Chapter fourteen

That one felt like the longest, most emotional and tragic morning ever. After their heated argument, Vienna and Gaston just sat there, holding hands, sobbing, like two little kids. Until Vienna realized Gaston couldn't be sad and dissapointed that day, not before the big, big casting. So out of nowhere, she took a deep breath, stood up and pulled Gaston out of the couch.

-Make your bed kid, no time for big dramas today, you have a huge and important meeting with your future. -Gaston gave her a little grin from the side of his mouth, still a bit blue- 'Cmon, 'cmon, I'll be on breakfast mission. You need a good, protein full meal for today. -He just nodded as she hurried to the kitchen to prepare some eggs and toasts.

They had breakfast while watching the news, and discussing about some new law congress was about to vote, that neither of them understood much about. After breakfast Vienna did the dishes and checked on the laundry, putting another load to wash. She made sure to wash the white fluffy carpet. Then and only then, when the house looked a bit more like a home, they got ready to leave. Facing the fact that it was a very very hot day and they were taking the subway, trying to embrace that tragedy. Gaston complaint about how much the temperature differed from their little town to the big city and Vienna just rolled her eyes to him. That was their last day together, so they kind of implicitly agreed to make the best out of it. And they did, they joked all the way to the big building, specially when Vienna almost made them get out of the subway on the wrong station.

-How the hell? Don't you take this same line for work everyday? -Gaston mocked while they rushed back into the wagon before the doors closed.

-Okey okey, I haven't had what you would call a good nigh of sleep, you know? so stop it -Vienna snorted, ditching the subject.

Coming up again to the city surface, this time at the right station, Gaston was feeling very anxious. Even more than the previous day. This call was for the best of the best. They were not amateurs, they were pros. He was going to dance with the pros, and that thought weighted on him. Vienna could notice his discomfort. So she held his hand while they crossed the big building hall to the front desk.

-Good morning, we are here for the dancing casting second call -Vienna smiled to the receptionist who didn't even bothered to raise her eyes from the computer screen.

-Yeah, name please? -she said careless, typing.  She was young, very young, good looking, but kind of shallow. Her hair was long, over her shoulders, and her skin looked too soft to be nude. You could tell her makeup was thick, but not unnatural. Vienna glanced at Gaston, waiting for him to answer, but he was blocked. Pretty scared, pale as if he had seen a ghost. Vienna pushed him a bit towards the desk, staring at him expectantly.

-Emmm, I'm Gaston, Gaston Paich. P - A - I - C - H  -He muttered. So the receptionist looked up this time, surprised by the masculine voice, and shifted her behavior, sitting straight.

-Oh, Hi there -she smiled kindly- Gaston, welcome, let me look you up on the list, 'kay? -she typed fast this time. Vienna stared at her, outraged about the different reaction. Gaston looked at Vienna too, embarrassed, so Vienna pressed her lips trying not to laugh. He stomped on her feet on the sly and she complaint with a tiny cry.- Here you are, number twenty three, please pin this to your shirt Gaston -the girl wrote the number into a paper sing with a black marker and handed it to him- Can you believe it? My phone number ends with twenty three too. -she flirted so ridiculously, while helping him with the lock pin, touching his hand openly. Gaston face turned kind of green, staring into the floor. Vienna thought he was going to pass so she intervened.

-Oooookey ladies man, we gotta go -she pulled his arm- Thank you darling, you're soooo kind -she said sarcastically, narrowing her eyes at the shallow girl, while pushing him towards the elevator.