Dancing Through Love

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July 15th 1987

I'm walking into the apartment that my friends and I share when the phone rings. Picking it up, I hear an unfamiliar voice.

"Hello, is this Isabella Rossi?"

"Yes this is she, who is this if I may I ask?" I take the phone away from my face. "Guys shut up!" My roommates quiet their voices.

"This is Jaun Marin, the assistant director for Bad. I am calling to tell you that we will be happy to have you join us in the tour as a lead guitarist, if you still want to of course."

"Wait really?"

"Yes!" He laughs

"I mean yes, definitely!"

"Perfect. I will email all of the information over to you later today. We can't wait to see you again!"

"Thank you so much!" I hang the phone up and turn to face my friends.

"Who was that?" Amélie asks.

"That was Jaun, from Bad. He said that I have a spot to play on the tour!"

"Isa that's amazing! I knew you could get in." Chessa says, her british accent slightly stronger since she was excited.

"Oh my god I can't believe I'm going on tour with Micheal Jackson!!" I exclaim and we all dance around for a few minutes.

"I wonder if there's gonna be any cute boys?" Amelia asks as we lay on the floor.

"Haha." I say sarcastically, closing my eyes.

"No but seriously. You need to tell us if there are any." She presses.

"If I say yes, will you shut up about it?"

"Yes. But only if you swear." I roll my eyes and sit up.

"Fine. I swear I'll email you if there are any cute guys." They laugh and I walk over to the shared computer, checking to see if they had sent the email yet.

"They just called you, they wouldn't have sent the email so soon." Amélie says as she joins me by the computer.

"Yeah, but you never know." She shakes her head, walking to the kitchen.

"What do we want for dinner?" No one answers her. She turns with her hands on her hips and we all look away. "Okay I know I'm not the best cook, but really?"

"Here I can go to the small sandwich shop on the corner, what does everyone want?" Chessa volunteers.

"I'll take a Ham and Cheese." I say, reloading the email page.

"Isa stop that, I'll take a BLT, but no tomato." Amélie says, walking back to my shoulder.

"Okay, Amelia what do you want?"

"Can I have a turkey sandwich with mayo?"

"That's disqusting. But fine." She leaves.

"Thanks Chessa!" I call after her.

"Okay relax, stop refreshing that page. Go shower, you stink and are still sweaty from that run." I wrinkle my nose at Amelia.

"Fine. But you should shower too." She laughs and I leave the room to shower. I walk out after in a big shirt with some booty shorts and see that Chessa's back with the food.

"Oh, thank you." I say, taking my sandwich before that she's holding out before walking over to the computer.

"Isa don't. Come sit over here, we're gonna watch a movie," Amélie says. I roll my eyes and join them. About halfway through the movie the computer dings and I jump up from the couch.