Aria Anderson was only 20 and fresh out of college with a degree in choreography, Ballet, modern, jazz technique, and body conditioning. When she met Spencer Collins. A 25-year-old, theater choreographer. With a dark soul.
She thought she escaped h...
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So this is it. The tour has begun. I can't believe I thought I saw Spencer during our last rehearsal. The first time was during my audition. Why is he haunting me now? It's been five years. I shouldn't let him bother me. He's locked up. My dreams are finally happening. I just wish I didn't feel like this. Like something bad is gonna happen. No matter what I do. No matter what my friends tell me. I can't shake this bad feeling in my gut. The sad part is my gut feelings are always right. But, I need to just ignore it and not only work but, enjoy myself. Because this is truly a once in a lifetime chance. I want to be happy again. I want to be me again.
"Are y'all ready for this?" Rico asks.
"Yeah." Roxy breathes out. "Our lives are about to change."
"Hopefully for the better." I say as I start following everyone else onto the jet.
My best friends right behind me. I inhale as I take each step slowly.
"Hurry the hell up." Rico says. "Got all that ass in my face. Like I won't grab it."
I roll my eyes and walk quicker. I step inside and see the seats filling up. I see Michael stand up and wave.
"Aria." He says waving me over.
I walk over to him. I hope I'm not in trouble.
"Come sit with me. Rico and Roxy too. I don't want to be alone but, I don't want anyone else to sit with me."
Why us though?"
"Yes." Roxy says fist-bumping the air.
Rico and Roxy take the seats in front of him. So I have no choice but to sit next to him. The seats are really close too. I sit down and place my seatbelt on.
"Thank you, you guys." He says.
He smiles at each of us. Me, being the last. Where his eyes and smiles linger. Why am I getting butterflies? I'm done with feelings. I'm done with me. All he's gonna do is hurt me. Even if it isn't physically. He will still hurt me. I tuck some curls behind my ear as I sink back into my seat.
"No, thank you." Roxy says.
"Yeah, we're happy you chose us to keep you company." Rico says.
"Right, Honey Bee." Roxy says looking at me.
I glare at her.
"Yes sir. It's an honor."
I hope he couldn't hear my sarcasm.
"Thanks for the sarcasm." He says with a giggle.
Crap.
"Ooh, he sees right through you chica." Rico says laughing.
