Sorry about the wait... It's snowing here and it's just turned everything on it's head. Enjoy
I got up the next morning and wondered how Brittany would be feeling. I hate hangovers, the one downer that comes after every great night. I got myself ready and made my way to the theatre. It was twelve and there stood Brittany on the stage looking like she had done absolutely nothing last night. Her smile beamed as usual and she shone like normal. She was helping David perfect a dance move and the routine in general. I knew what he was doing wasn't the best and to be honest Sue Sylvester would've kicked his ass, but there was money on the line, so I wasn't going to comment about what I actually thought of his routine. Hopefully Brittany would fix it. She twirled and my heart matched her beautiful body. I ambled over towards the stage and she turned to greet me.
"Santana!" She exclaimed as she bounded down the short staircase to me.
She enveloped me in a hug. My whole body tensed and it took me a brief second to react. I then wrapped my arms around her back, her perfectly toned back. Her blonde hair wisped around my face, the vanilla scent made me weak at the knees. Her arms had locked themselves comfortably around my neck. All of this occurred in less than a beat. She let go and I hesitantly followed suit.
"Thank you for last night, I really had fun and you've got real talent as a singer."
"Thanks." I blushed. God damn you cheeks. "Your an amazing dancer." I gestured to where she had just been standing on the stage.
"Oh me, nah... you gonna come and practise or what?" She said playfully.
"I guess." I smirked. "So how's your head after last night?"
"Oh fine, I never really get hangovers."
"Lucky." I growled jokily.
We danced till six that evening with one lunch break in the middle. This feels like child labour or something. Then again I get to pretend like I don't understand some of the steps so Brittany takes my hand and leads me through them while David taps his foot in a huff. When the time rolled around to six I told David that I needed to go, he then went onto say that we had at least another three hours of vital work. Crap I have a job to go to...
I grabbed my phone on our fifteen minute break and texted tonight's club owner.
Can't come in tonight, sorry. -Santana
That's fines just don't make it a habit.-Robert
Well that didn't go too badly, I thought for sure he'd eat my head off. Brittany then grabbed me to restart rehearsals. The dancing was kind of repetitive, and it was difficult being the only two dancers but I'm not going complain because with this blonde beside I think I could deal with it.
We ran through the first acts dance routine like twenty more times. Then finally David ended practise and I went to talk with him.
"Hey David, this is a once off thing right?" I questioned.
"What do you mean?"
"Staying late like this... I mean I have a job and stuff,"
"Oh no this will probably be what it's like most of the time; I'd take it up with Rick though, the director." He suggested as her packed away his things. "He's in his office backstage."
"Office?" I said as I arched my eyebrow.
"Yea, it's just a dressing room all manned up." He laughed.
"Alright, I better talk to him now then." I said awkwardly.
I started to walk away, but I heard David mutter something under his breath.
"I don't even know why she picked you." he said with a slight sneer.
"What?" I spun back around to face him.
"Nothing... go talk to Rick, I'll see you tomorrow Santana." He said as he scampered off.
Ok weird. Then again that choreographer was kind of weird anyway. I headed off backstage and took a quick scoot through the dressing room area before seeing the door with Rick's name plastered on it. I knocked and entered to sound of his voice.
"Ah Santana, sit down." I sat in one of the leather chairs that he had placed in front of his desk.
"Thanks, I'm just here about rehearsal times."
"Oh, is there a problem?" He asked as he shuffled around with paper on his desk.
"Well I have a job outside of here and I need to know whether all the rehearsals will go on this long?"
Why don't you just give up that job of yours?" He said calmly.
"I cant afford too, I have rent to pay so..."
"Oh I see..." He said deep in thought.
"Do you think this show could be a hit?" I asked hopefully.
"What so you can get paid?" He chortled.
"Yes...?"
"I see, well Ms Lopes, in all honesty you can never tell whether a show's going to be hit until that curtain goes up and falls back down again. You'll either get cheers or silence and even the silence could go one of two ways. It's all up to the audience. I mean if we knew it wouldn't be a runner we'd give up now, but we'll just have to wait and see. I'd talk to Brittany, she has an eye for these things, and I mean she's successful anyway."
"Successful?"
"Oh yea... talk her about this Santana, I've got calls to make about the props."
"Ok well thanks anyway."
I got up from the chair as he dialled numbers into his phone; he smiled at me as I left. I shut the door quietly and walked back to the centre of the stage. I went to the front row of seats where my bag sat waiting for me. Everyone had gone home, and the theatre was silent. What did Rick mean Brittany was successful? I've never seen her name in lights on Broadway, and I've been up and down it like there's no tomorrow. And then what the fuck was with David? All the casting people were male apart from that receptionist. Hmm... Debbie?
I'll talk to Brittany tomorrow maybe she'll have an answer for me.
I grabbed my bag and headed for my car outside in the lot. Every other car was gone and it felt kind of lonely. The wind whipped through air, cold and brisk. I looked to my car and... Someone was sitting on the bonnet. I walked closer and the blonde gathered me up into a hug.
"I thought we could carpool." She smiled innocently as she pulled back from the hug.
Maybe I could get an answer sooner rather than later.
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