Dance To Art // D.S.

- Dance To Art -

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I tiredly stretch in bed, glancing at my phone to see who's calling. I squint at the bright screen finding seven missed calls from Tristan, my dancing agent.

"oh shit" I mumble to myself, my voice scratchy from just waking up. "no way, no way, no way! idiot!" I scold myself from being late.

The tiredness that was once over me, quickly washed away. I get up putting on an all white outfit; air force 1, Nike sweatpants, and a Nike hoodie with a small logo. I grab my phone, wallet, and a granola bar. Running down the stairs of my apartment, to my assigned parking spot. Only to realize I forgot my keys. "shit"

I quickly sprint back up the stairs, getting out my keys to unlo- wait! "I'm so stupid!" "I forgot my keys, both to the car and my apartment!"

"locked yourself outside again?" a familiar voice came from behind me, Jaden.

"thank goodness, Jaden" I sigh in relief "now please unlock my door, I'm late for a meeting" I jump in impatience.

"alright, alright, you know when you gave me a spare. I didn't think I would use it every week" Jaden chuckles unlocking my door.

"I know, I'm sorry, I'm working on it" I run inside grabbing my keys off the counter, once again locking my door. "I was at the studio late" I explain

"You still need to let me listen to them" Jaden smiles "but for now you're late, get going!"

"oh right" I smile and thank him running down the two flight of stairs and getting in my car. Getting out of the parking garage and on the road a little over speed limit, but nothing illegal, erm too illegal.

I grab my belongings making sure I have everything and I run inside the back of the familiar building; office, studio, and business.

"running late again?" Mariah asks when I step foot inside.

"like always" I make my way past the small lounge, going down the second hallway to the row of offices while the first has the empty studio rooms made for dancing.

I go into the third office; Tristan's office. Mentally preparing myself for the scolding.

"y/n, I told you eight in the morning" Tristan says calmly.

"I know, I kno- wait" I pause very confused "are you not mad?"

"No, yes, you got lucky though they're also running late" Tristan explains

From the news of not being scolded and finding out I'm not the reason of the hold up. I jump in excitement and follow Tristan into the employee lounge, in the back of the building.

"Mariah! I'm not the only one late!" I smile getting the granola bar from my hoodie pocket and opening it.

"That's good! I thought you were doing better though" Mariah smiles "all of last week you were here on time"

"All of last week, the time was always in the afternoon" Tristan explains "she's always late in the mornings"

"I'm sorry, I spend too much time at the studio" I sigh already finishing my granola bar, taking a few steps to throw it away.

"Tristan! Give the girl a break" Mariah lectures

"She knows it's all love" Tristan shrugs and I rejoin the conversation.

"What if I released one of them?" I say vaguely but knowing they will still understand.

"I would support you, 100%" Mariah smiles

"Y/n you're a talented kid bu-" Tristan starts

"but I want you to focus on dance more, get your shit straight and then multi task on another creative journey" I mock from hearing the same sentence, many times before.

"that was close, just minus the swearing" Tristan chuckles

"maybe, I think you want to say it though" I smile

Tristan chuckles and shakes his head. "y/n, but seriously, you are a talented kid and you have a lot going on right now" Tristan smiles "I don't want to overwhelm you" he explains

"I know, I know, and I'm grateful for you"

- A/N -

Oops. I literally said I was going to focus on "Mask" but I haven't committed, haha, sorry. But here's this! I had this chapter for a bit and I'm probably going to continue it! Watch me do the "Road Trip" sequel next... Hopefully not for a while.