Okay, so it's not funny. I'm sorry. But I promise the next one will be funny! I've already kinda thought of it! Yeah, and sorry for the long wait. Oh, and I don't own RENT or Gone with the Wind (which is quoted). Enjoy!
One Song Glory
Mimi loved to dance. It didn't matter what kind of music was playing, she'd dance to it no matter what. Heck, she'd even danced to the classical music her dad listened to on the radio.
And not only did Mimi like to dance, she was a good dancer. True, she had natural talent, but she also went to dance class every day from four thirty to seven. Jazz, ballet, tap, she liked them all.
Mimi had her parent's approval, the skill and the devotion. All she needed was a big break. And that big break came when she was fifteen.
"Hm, Miss Teen America," Mimi mumbled, reading off of a pamphlet that had arrived in the mail, "Show off your good looks, knowledge and talent."
"Mimi-chica," Mrs. Marquez said, "You're the prettiest girl in the whole Marquez family, and we basically invented the good-looks gene. And you're smart- all A's may I remind you. And you can dance Mimi."
"It's a few towns over Mama," Mimi said, "Will you take me?"
Mrs. Marquez smiled. "Anything for my Mimi-chica."
Well, Mimi won that contest. She was just as pretty as the other contestants. And she was just as smart too. It was her dancing that gave her the win.
For months she was the most popular girl at school. Everyone knew her face. Everyone knew her name. Everyone knew who she was. And the song she danced to was overplayed on the radio. Whenever it was played, they mentioned her name
"And this song goes out Miss Teen America- Mimi Marquez! Keep on dancin'!"
And that's when disaster struck.
Mimi was trying out for a musical- same song, different routine.
"Hey Miss Marquez," the man in charge said when she was finished.
"Yes?"
"Learn how to dance,"
"But…I was Miss Teen America! I won because of my dancing!"
The man looked her straight in the eye. "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn."
That night Mimi had her first hit and lowered her dreams. Working at the Cat Scratch Club was good enough…wasn't it?
