Chapter 1: Dreams of a Simple Girl

"I think I'd have a heart attttaackkkkk! The feelings got lost in my lungs! They're burning, I'd rather be numb! And there's no one else to blame..."

I woke up startled at the sudden start of the music. I looked across the room and saw my phone blaring. I scared myself with my own alarm, AGAIN. I know it sounds ridiculous to be scared by your alarm since you know, YOU'RE the one who sets it every night.

The thing is with me, I'm able to sense when someone walks into my room when I'm asleep. Even when I'm in a deep sleep. Like they'll walk through the door and I cam feel their presence, I just don't wake up.

I know it sounds stupid but whatever. That's probably why I get scared from my alarm cause I don't feel it come into the room. Or maybe cause I'm a huge dork.

After having my mini heart attack of the day, I get out of bed and walk into the bathroom to start getting ready for the big day! Today I'm auditioning for a show that's supposed to be really big.

Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamed of becoming an actress. Of course, my parents didn't think it was a "practical job" or whatever so they forced me to go to UCI to study psychology. Don't get me wrong. psychology is a really fun subject to study, but it's just not for me.

So I've been auditioning for anything. I've done a couple of commercials and I was an extra on How I Met Your Mother one time. I haven't been able to land a major role. Hopefully today, that all changes.

The show is called American Horror Story and I heard about it a couple of months ago. All I know so far about the program is it's about a family that moves into a haunted house and that everyone who has lived in there died and they go through all sorts of crazy shit. I'm auditioning for the part of the daughter, Violet Harmon. I'm only 18 and I'm pretty short so I kind of look about 15 or 16.

I quickly hopped into the shower and then began to get ready. I decided to wear my black skinny jeans with my Ed Sheeran Drunk t-shirt and tied my purple flannel around my waist with some black converse. I finished off my outfit by wearing rings on random fingers. I decided that if I'm going to play the part of a teenager, then I'm going to dress like a teenager.

After quickly blow drying my hair into perfect beach waves, I began to apply my usual makeup: some tinted moisturizer, concealer under my panda eyes, one coat of mascara, some nude lipstick, and my tiny cateye. Once I was satisfied with my look, I began to head to the kitchen.

I stopped at the entrance of my kitchen once I saw the AMAZING view I had. My gorgeous boyfriend, Nicholas Montez, was in nothing but his gray boxers. His beautiful tan skin, his perfectly muscle toned boy, his strange assortment of tattoos that actually looked really good on him, and his wild bed hair gave off a sexy vibe. He was standing in front of the stove flipping some pancakes.

"Good morning babe. Smells really good in here," I say as I walk towards him.

"Morning babygirl," he says as he leans in for a kiss. I pecked his lips and then began to hug him while he continued cooking. "You ready for today?" he asked while flashing one of his signature smiles. I leaned my forehead against his smooth back.

I'm really nervous and I'm scared that I won't get the part," I answer honestly, "I feel like I'm going to pull a Bella and throw up on the producers and director."

"No you're not babe. You got this! You've been rehearsing ever since you heard about the show. Have a little more faith in yourself," he said as he scooped up the last pancake from the pan. "You just have to eat and you'll be on your way." I let go of him as he turned around, holding a plate of pancakes.

"I'm really am sorry babe but I can't eat right now. My stomach feels really queasy from my nervousness." He frowned at me.

"Dulce it's not healthy for you to skip breakfast. You need to eat something." I flinch at the familiarity of his words.

"Nicholas I promise I'll eat something as soon as I get out of the audition." His eyebrows furrowed.

"You know I hate being called Nicholas," he said grumpily. I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes,

"You know I hate being forced to eat when I don't feel good," I replied in a mocking tone.

"Fine," he said in a defeated tone, "just promise me you'll actually eat something after."

"Yes baby I'll even send you a picture of me eating," I say as I hug him. He set down the plate and hugged me back.

"Don't be so nervous babygirl you got this. I love you," he purred into my ear. "I love you too." I replied as I began to blush furiously. He looked me in the eyes before kissing me passionately. Even after a year of dating, he still gives me butterflies in my tummy. I really didn't want to be the one to break the kiss but I can't be late to my audition.

"I have to go Nick. I really wish I could stay but I'll see you later." I gave him another quick peck before I walked toward the door.

"Go get 'em Tiger," he said as he flashed me another one of his heart melting smiles.