Suzanne's POV
After a strenuous day of rehearsal, I return to my house and swiftly collect my bags, barely acknowledging where I am and what I'm doing. I flag down a taxi and clamber in, throwing my suitcase on the opposite side of the seat. Finally, I relax, leaning back against the windowpane. I stare at the world flashing past and do another read through, trying not to explode or collapse from excitement and stress respectively. After about half and hour, the drive pulls up at the airport and I give him his money, which he accepts curtiously. I speed up the steps and check in, grab a coffee and wait patiently for my flight to be called. When I land, I collect my luggage, smile for a few cameras and get in yet another taxi. The cabbie asks me questions, I answer dismissively, too hung up in my own thoughts. I ponder over where I'll go from here, whether I'll be liked, what's next for me. I love to dance and it's what I'm good at, but doing it alongside acting and singing seems almost like a dream. But I'm dithering between my childhood dream and my potential future. But at what cost?
Once again, I reach my destination and casually thank the driver, who goes red which makes me chuckle. I stare at the sign in awe before snapping myself out of my fantasy and traipse down the pavement and entering studio four. There I see Sandra and Nami talking (or flirting) with Darren and Chord.
"Hey guys, you missed me?"