AUTHORS NOTE: Hey ya! I'd just like to say, if you don't like this story, than don't read it! Don't leave hate comments, because no one is forcing you to read this.
I also don't own any D:TNG characters, just Callie.
And please, the more reviews I get, the quicker I'll update, because I do have this story done :)
Callie twisted open the cold door knob and walked into the checkered floored hallway. She stared at her reflection amongst the hundreds of trophies scattered against the walls, and thought nervously about the next thirty minutes ahead of her. She was extremely anxious - Bridget, the Director of the dance studio she worked at, would be announcing who received the parts for the upcoming student showcase, which hundreds of people attended. Callie walked into the Studio lobby, yawning and stretching her arms. As she entered the cold room, her attention was immediately drawn to a few unidentifiable girls who were huddled around a circular table, laughing obnoxiously. Callie went and hung her coat up, eavesdropping to there loud voices.
"So, Lana, who do you think will get the big solo?" A short, curly haired girl said.
"I don't know. Probably you Tessa, you're the best teaching assistant in this place." Lana said."Please, don't jinx me!" she said.
"But I heard that Bridget was gonna give it to the new girl." Another girl added.
"What's so good about her?" Tessa said arrogantly.
"Everything!" The girl added.
"Shut up." Tessa said, punching her in the arm.
Callie could feel numerous pairs of eyes staring at her coldly. She smiled and took a seat.
"Hello everyone, I've called everyone here to say that I've chosen your parts for the recital." Bridget said.
Tessa perked up in her chair, ready to give her acceptance speech.
"Courtney, Amanda, and John will do the acrobatic opening. Rachel and Jenny will do the ballet duet, and for the tap trio, I've chosen Lana, Mary Jane, and...Tessa."
Tessa didn't look happy. Her eyes widened and she held a Samara-ish stare through her brown streaked hair which was pushed half in front of her face.
"And for the finale solo – Callie." Oh my god, that's me. She started to glow uncontrollably.
"Now if you'll please go to the costume mistresses they'll fit you properly." Bridget said, pointing to the left.
The other kids started to walk over to the costume mistresses who had tape measurers hanging off there necks. Callie started to walk to them, but was stopped by Bridget, who was holding a black dress bag. She unzipped it slowly and took the contents out of the bag. Callie could feel her mouth begin to drool.
"Bridget, I can't wear that, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
"I wore it myself to when I had this solo – it's a big honor here, and I want you to wear it. You look about the same size I was when I wore it."
She was right, the dress did look her size and was absolutely stunning. Its velvet soft material was long and blue and accompanied by multicolored crystals on the border of the skirt. It had a slight v-neck embroidered with shiny silver lining, and sheer material intertwined in the velvet beneath the arms. It was breathtaking. She took it off the hanger and brought in into a nearby dressing room. As she slowly and cautiously slid it on, it felt wonderful. She felt like the most beautiful girl in the world. But no matter how much she pushed and tugged, it would not zip up the back. She walked outside the dressing room, disappointed.
"It doesn't fit," She frowned.
"What do you mean it doesn't fit?" Bridget said, appalled.
"See, she shouldn't have the part! She's so fat she can't even fit in the costume!" Tessa and the other girls shouted. Callie looked down. Your so fucking fat, you can't look like this for the showcase, she thought, running out of the room with embarrassment. She felt like crawling up in a little ball in the farthest point of the universe and never coming out of it.
Once band practice was over, Marco put his instrument down, and plopped onto the lumpy red couch, exhausted. Spinner followed behind him. Spinning his drumsticks. He was spinning him with his left hand until they flew away from him, hitting the wall with power.
Thanks Spin, there's now a permanent indentation there. That's the tenth time, Craig thought.
" Whoops. So, what was up with you today? You were acting like you completely forgot how to play." Spinner asked.
"Its Callie."
"What happened?" Marco asked.
"We almost...I don't know. She said she loved me. I froze. And than she saw me with Manny and got the wrong idea. Its so messed up right now, I don't even know what to do and I don't want to talk about it."
"That dance recitals coming up, she's in it. My little cousin is in it to, and I saw Callie's name in the program. Go and see her. It would probably mean a lot to her if you went. Show her that you actually care about her." Marco said.
Craig thought about the concept and strummed a few chords on his guitar quietly.
"Dude, stop acted like the world is f'ing over." Spinner added.
"It is until Callie forgives me."
The room was filled with silence until Spinner jumped up from his chair. You could see the bright yellow imaginary light bulb above his head click - he had a brilliant idea. That's not something you see every day.
