Once in a lifetime

Chapter 5.

  Eight am in the morning and my phone won't stop ringing. Brittani and I agreed to get up by nine so we could go over to the studio and whoever was calling was seriously messing with that plan. "Hello?" I asked after I didn't recognize the number. "Rebecca? It's Harry." The voice said. Harry? Harry, Harry, Harry.... OH! The guy we met yesterday. "Oh, hi, may I ask how you got my number?" I asked. I mean, I know I didn't give it to him. Maybe Brit? "Of course you may. Brittani gave it to me, but the lads were wondering if you would like to hang out. It's a bit hard to go out because of all the fans." He asked. I would hate that so much, never getting to go out and be normal because you always get swarmed with fans. "Oh, sure, Brit and I have a couple of things to do this morning but we could meet y'all somewhere this afternoon if that works." I said. I knew if Brit knew he was asking to hang out, she'd want to skip the job hunting and dance audition. "Perfect! I'll text you the address. Just let me know when you two are on your way." He said hanging up without even a goodbye. Whatever, it's not like I was the one into him.

"Brit wake up! We've got to get ready to go to the studio to talk to the owner and then the dance auditions start at ten thirty!" I yelled banging on the wall. I would have done the door but I was a little worried that the paint hadn't dried completely. "Gosh why don't you have a freaking snooze button!" She asked throwing her door open and glaring at me. She looked an absolute mess but oh well, that's why I'm waking her up now and not later. "Get ready. I already called the studio and the owner sounds excited to meet with us. And then the auditions for the company is only a couple of blocks from the studio." I said ducking when I saw something come flying toward my head. It was a stuffed animal... damn this girl is mean in the morning.

"Hello! My name's Juliette!" An older woman said after we told the receptionist at the desk we were here to see the owner. "Hi, I'm Rebecca and this is Brittani." I said introducing us to her. "Lovely! If you girls would like to follow me into my office." She said turning around and walking to the back. It was a small office that was covered in photos from recitals and costumes laying around. "I'm sorry about the mess, we just had a donation drive this past week where everyone brings their old costumes to let other people use." She explained. We both nodded and looked around as she found whatever it was she was looking for. "So Rebecca, we talked on the phone correct?" She asked finally finding a piece of paper. "Yes ma'am." I said trying to be polite. "Oh honey, Juliette is fine if you two are going to work here we're going to need to be on a first name basis." She said waving a hand. Working here? Did that mean we had the job? "Well, two of my instructors left mid-year because of school so your call came in at the perfect time. I have four open classes between the two of them. Ballet, Jazz, Contemporary, and Theater. Do either of you have experience in those areas?" She asked. "We've been trained in all areas of dance, wherever you want us we will be more than happy to obliged." Brittani said sucking up. Good, we needed to make sure we had a good relationship with her.

"It's official. Our lives are changed forever!" Brit yelled rushing out of the audition with me close on her heels. They told us we'd find out if we were invited back for another audition sometime in the next week, but for now, we were free to do as we pleased. We would begin teaching on Thursday and Friday and then the rest of the week we were free to do whatever. "Do you want to change and shower before we go over to the boys' place?" I asked. I knew Brit was going to want to look as cute as possible, so I was giving her the chance. "Yes! I can't go over there smelling like sweat and my hair is a mess!" She said quickening her pace. It was going to be one long day...

"Well someone definitely is trying to impress a certain boy..." I teased noticing she had changed into some cut up jeans and a tank top that hugged her curves. "No one said I couldn't look cute." She threw back with a pout before checking herself in the mirror. Oh lord, someone help Harry because he's going to need it to handle her.

"Should we knock?" Brit asked hesitantly in front of their apartment. "No, we should stand out here and hope someone opens the door eventually." I said rolling my eyes as I knocked since she wasn't going to do it. Seconds later, and I mean seconds, someone opened the door. He was blonde and definitely cute. I guess this was another member of his band? "Hi!" Another one yelled from behind him. "Louis, Niall, move your arses and let them in." Harry yelled walking over and smiling at Brit. "That's Louis and Niall is the blonde. Liam's wearing plaid and Zayn's asleep on the couch." He explained leading us into the apartment where everyone was. For a boys apartment everything was pretty clean. "One second." Niall said motioning to Harry before they both walked over to the couch and tilted it so Zayn was thrown to the floor.

We all talked for a couple of hours and eventually they asked for our twitters. "@Becca_Boo" Brit said with a smile. I hate her. We picked out usernames for each other in sixth grade. "And hers BritNAI_d4ev. Long story, better if you just don't ask." I said shaking my head as she glared at me. "I like them." Niall said making eye contact with me. I'm not sure why, but I felt a blush creep onto my face and immediately looked away. Moments later my phone beeped showing all five of them had followed me. "So we go from eighteen hundred to twenty five hundred?" Brit asked confused. Something about this was funny though because the boys all started laughing. "What?" I asked. "Nothing, it's just when we follow people a lot of our fans will too. And how did you have so many followers to begin with." Zayn asked. "We can't tell you that. It'll make us sound pretty bad." I joked hoping they would take it as a joke and leave it. "I doubt that's possible." Liam said. I glanced over at Brit who was shrugging as if she doesn't care whether or not they know.

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Updated 6/9/17