Chapter 1.
I finally made it. No one would have expected it, but I actually became a dancer. I mean, in high school, I was a bitch. I made people cry to mask my hurt, but my friends in the glee club knew that, so they grew used to it. I like to think that I have evolved and become and thoughtful person, but only time will tell. Ever since I decided to take dance classes, it has been my I've actually made it through a dancing audition to tour with famous pop-star Brittany S. Pierce. I think I was pretty good, but there were twenty other dancer in the mix, and I can't help it if my nerves run wild. Sitting on the floor of the studio, I look around at all of the other dancers. I sit quietly, observing them, and wondering which ones will make it. Finally, I hear the door creak open, and quickly glance up. In walks her manager, Will Schuester, with a serious look on his face, and a notepad in his hand.
"Alright, I will now announce those who will perform with Miss Pierce. Kurt Hummel. Rachel Berry. Blaine Anderson. Sam Evans, Noah Puckerman, and Santana Lopez." My breath catches in my throat as I hear my name called. My hard work has finally paid off. I will be dancing with one of the most famous women in the country. Millions of people will see me perform on stage. I am so lost in thought, I almost miss what he says next. "Miss Pierce will meet you here tomorrow morning at 8:00 to get to know you all, so I suggest you get your sleep. We will hop on a plane to LA to the official studio on Saturday. Remember, that is in three days, so get packing. I will see you all tomorrow." And with that, he leaves the room. I slowly stand up and gather my things, still in shock that I actually made it. I don't even take the time to introduce myself to the other dancers who will be on tour with me, I just walk out of the building, get in my car, and leave.
I pull up to my small apartment, and park my car. It takes me a while to wrap my head around the fact that I was a good enough dancer to be noticed by the one and only Brittany, so I end up sitting in my car, staring into space, for about a half an hour. I am lost in my own world until I hear a knock on the car window and look up to see my roommate, Quinn, looking down at me. I open the door, only to get hit with a truck load of questions.
"How was it? Did you mess up? Did you get to meet her? Were you nervous? DID YOU GET THE PART?" She doesn't even wait until we get inside to launch one of her long question strings at me. Before she can open her mouth again, I speak up.
"Please, can we go inside, I promise I will tell you everything once we are in the safety of our home." She gives me a strange look, and reluctantly nods her head, stepping out of the way to let me to the door. As I walk in, I take a deep breath and take in the wonderful smell of our apartment. "Hey, did you make cookies?" I ask as I plop down on the couch.
"Yeah yeah, I figured you should have some, since you have worked your ass off trying to get this audition, and you must have been going crazy with nerves. Now, spill!" She practically bounces in her seat, anticipating the news I carry.
"Well. . . I got a spot! Yes, I was extremely nervous to perform in front of her and her manager, and I thought I did terribly, but apparently they liked it, and now I'm gonna be on tour with Brittany S. Pierce. Out of so many people, I was one of the six dancers who made the cut! I am so excited. I finally get to dance professionally. I just have to show up for a meet and greet at the dance studio tomorrow at 8, and then I leave for LA on Saturday. I can't wait. Yes, we won't see each other, but we can Skype. I am super excited."
"Yay, now I can brag that my best friend is gonna work with a pop-star. I'm excited for you Santana!" We decide to celebrate out at my favorite ice cream parlor, laughing and enjoying one of our last few days together in person. I check my clock, and realize that it is getting late. I glance over at Quinn, and somehow she understands without me actually speaking, and we get up and leave. As soon as we get home, I get changed and fall onto my bed. Before I know it, I am off in a deep sleep, dreaming of the wonderful experiences that will come.
"Santana. Santana! Wake up. You forgot to set your alarm. It is 7:00. You have to be at the studio in an hour. Don't throw away your future for a few extra minutes of sleep." I roll over and sigh. It is just like Quinn to be so dramatic. I walk over to the bathroom, taking my time, and brush my teeth. I then grab a simple T-shirt and jeans from my closet, get a muffin from the kitchen, and am out the door, ready to meet my new boss for the first time. Before I walk two feet out the door, it starts to rain. Shit. I make a run for it, hoping to make it to my car before I get drenched. I slam the door shut, and whip out my key. I pull out of my parking spot and am off towards my new dream job. I relax a little in my seat when I see that there is little traffic, glad that I won't have to worry about being late. I park my car in the nearly empty parking lot closest to the studio, and walk in the door, nervous about meeting the girl I have secretly idolized over the past year. I look around, and notice that none of the other dancers are here yet, so I decide to look around. I walk down the hallway and peer into every window and creak open every single door. When I reach the last room in the building, I hear some music coming through the walls, so I try to open the door as quietly as possible, so I don't disturb whoever is in there. I catch a glimpse of blonde hair and before I can change my mind, I step into the room. As soon as she notices that someone is watching her, she turns around to look at me. My breath catches in my throat as I recognize who it is, and continue to stare dumbfounded at the beautiful woman in front of me.
"Hi, I'm Brittany."