Dance To Art // D.S.

34_bird gets what?

Went to bed early. For once.

I woke up early. For once.

Really shocking. For me. For you. For everyone.

I yawned and groaned rolling over on my bed not realizing I was already at the edge. "ow" I groan kicking my legs to untangle them from my blanket.

I move to my knees peering over my nightstand and grabbing my phone squinting at the bright screen and turning it right back off. "I didn't even remember the time" I turn it on again doing the same action this time reading "6:18"

I groan once again annoyed that I woke up so early. I walk into the dark kitchen and make my way over to the largest window. I pull the curtains to the side revealing the beautiful sunrise "damn, now I get morning people" I sigh in content losing focus on why I went to the kitchen "oh right, food" I tiredly smile making my way to the pantry to search for something.

"No more granola bars. yayyyy" my voice croaks in disappearance from barely using it this morning. Closing each cabinet I opened. Then opening the fridge and quickly making myself eggs. Not that I was in a rush. Just because it's so simple and easy. Plus I had practice

I put on white joggers with 'streetsoul' in black writing, down the right leg and the number 23 where the left front pocket is. I wear a black cropped long sleeve spelling the exact day, 'friday' in white writing.

I already finished my morning routine of washing my face and brushing my teeth. This morning I had to blow dry the rest of my damp hair. I quickly put it in a high pony tail grabbing my keys and phone, and for once walking to my car, and following the speed limit all the way to the dance studio.

As I turn off the ignition to the car my humming stops as well as the radio. I grab my phone checking the time "6:54, guess who's finally on time?" I speak to myself getting out of my car and locking the door "me and she's early" I slightly laugh stuffing my keys and phone in my joggers.

As usual I go through the back and greet Mariah "good morning Mariah"

"goo- oh! Good morning y/n!" She says by surprise and greets me in a hug.

"There is no way I heard y/n before 7" Tristan says coming into the back lounge.

"Oh but you did" I smile and greet him in a hug as well "you proud?"

"an I proud? I'm disappointed I have to spend more time with you" he says in a grin and at the end a laugh left his lips and a shove on his arm "I'm kidding, I'm just surprised. When did you sleep?"

"10" I announce "I didn't even go to the studio, I spent an hour with Syd and Jay then they went next door while I went in my room and decided to sleep early" I explain proudly

"How do you feel getting here before 7?" Mariah asks

"It feels, it feels, the exact same" I laugh

"I know but are you happy? Glad that you got here early?" Mariah questions

"I'm proud of myself, surprised too but definitely proud" I answer

"That's good, that's good" Tristan rubs his hands together sitting next to me on the couch.

"Well just know I'm glad you woke up early and I'm proud" Mariah smiles before leaving down the office hall.

"You can finally consider yourself an early bird" he pats my back "for today" he notifies

"Oh!" I straighten my posture "early bird gets the- what does the bird get?"  I ask

"The phrase is early bird gets the worm but I have some news" he says

"What is it?" I hesitantly ask

"Our um" Tristan laughs a bit but quickly covers it up with a cough "your 7 o'clock cancelled" he informs

The happiness that I had from waking up early vanished. The proudness I had from getting here on time faded. My face was blank.

"My next one is 8, right?" I ask and he nods. I slowly lay my torso on the couch, still in a seated position. I soon fall to the floor, catching myself and doing a complete roll before another half facing the ceiling and letting out an annoyed groan.

"No. Fucking. Way" I complain "mind explaining the phrase about the bird and the stupid worm?" I ask anger slowly rising in my voice.

"Well the phrase early bird gets the worm means a person who has a high chance of succeeding" Tristan explains

"So what in the hell did I succeed?' I try to calmly ask letting out a sigh

"Getting here on time?" He questions not knowing if it would be good enough. Which it wasn't. Resulting in yet another groan filled with annoyance.

"Ugh!"

"The one time I'm on time, the one time I'm early. I know it wasn't a lot but it's a big deal for me!" I rant "they cancel" I sigh "why the fuck did they cancel?!" I quickly sit up wanting to know the reason.

"So, you know how you have a late reputation?" Tristan asks

"Don't ignore my question" I sternly speak

"Okay, and you know how you usually spend an hour with each person?"

"I said don't ignore it" my voice slowly raising

"I may or may not of" Tristan starts receiving a glare from me because I have a bad feeling "okay I did" he admits

"What. Did. You. Do?' I ask my teeth gritted to prevent the yelling that would be happening right now. If it weren't 7 in the fricken morning.

"I said that it would be better for him to reschedule" he quickly says and I instantly stand up.

"You. Did. This!" I point at him taking a step closer with each word. Before I can full on sprint at him he ran and locked himself in his office. "I can see you Tristan!" I yell and watch him through the glass quickly doing something on his phone.

He then sits down on his desk. His eyes on his paperwork and computer. Clearly nothing in his ears so he definitely can hear the repeatedly knocking I was making.

Until my phone rang, I stopped knocking, taking my phone out and see a picture of Daniel on my whole screen with a green and red button near the bottom. A facetime call.

In seconds, I completely changed moods from wanting to kill someone over sleep to my face softening, my body relaxing and a warm feeling washing over me. A small smile on my face "oh Dani boy" and a small laugh escaping my lips before answering the call and making my way to my favorite room. The largest dance room, in the studio.

"good morning Y/n girl" he warmly smiles

"good morning Dani boy" I give back the same reaction.