Private Dancer
~ Chapter 2 ~
Camilla's POV
~ 1 WEEK LATER ~
I woke up again for the 6th time this week by a lough laughing Perrie and Zayn. Don't get me wrong they're cute as fuck, and I'm so happy for her...but I'm a girl...I need my beauty sleep.
I slowly roll out of bed and got dressed. I have a dance interview today, they've already seen me dance but they want to talk to me in person. This mean i've either got it, or I don't. I make sure my outfit looks nice and walk outside of my room.
The first thing I see is Zayn tickling Perrie. Fuck, they're so cute.
"Morning!" I say smiling.
"Hello!!!" Perrie yells from the couch.
"Morning Camilla." Zayn replies smiling.
"I have my dance thing, so i'll be back later." I say to them smiling.
"GOOD LUCK!" they reply in unison.
I walked down stairs and out the doors. I looked around at the wonderful city that is New York. I loved the sound of the city. The coffee venders in the morning, people shouting to get out of the way, the taxi horns, and even the odd fuck you make me smile. This city never sleeps, and I guess I don't now either.
I walked down to where the interview was since it's only about a ten minute walk. The building was HUGE! I walked in and checked in with the lady at the humongous front desk. She told me to take the elevator to the eleventh floor. I walked into the elevator and there was a man who pressed the button for me.
"Coffee?" he asked motioning to the coffee machine next to him.
"Sure." I replied smiling.
"Sugar and cream?" he asked smiling.
"That would be great." I replied.
He handed me my coffee and it was my stop.Christ! I would love to work here. FREE COFFEE!
"Thank you!" I said getting out.
I walked up to the door and opened it. I was expecting to see an empty office, but instead there was about twenty other girls. They all looked at me with disgusted looks. What's wrong with me? My style's good, I'm a nice person, I'm not ugly? Did I do something wrong? There were no more seats so I just stood by the door.
One after one the girls were called in. After 5 hours I was the only one left.
"Ms. Johnson?" The lady at the front desk said, not looking up from her magazine that she was reading. My hand rose high into the sky so she knew I was here.
"you can go in." She did dryly.
"Thank you." I said smiling. She just looked up at me then back down to her work. Well then.
I walked into the office and the man looked confused.
"Another dancer?" he asked.
"Yeah...I was told-" he cut me off by putting his hand up.
"We've booked all the dancers we need. I'm sorry but you're a little late." he said sighing.
"I was here exactly when I was asked too." I replied shocked.
"Well sweetie, this is New York. I can see your new and don't know this, but you should always show up either two or three hours early for an audition. That's what it takes to make it here." He said sipping his coffee, not paying any attention to me.
"Oh." was the only thing I was able to say
"Sorry, you may leave." he said motioning for the door.
"Thanks for the opportunity." I said putting on a fake smile.
"Sorry, maybe next time you will learn from your mistakes." he said nodding.
I walked out the door and didn't even bother saying good bye to the desk lady. I wasn't in the mood. I walked to the elevator and this time it was packed, not empty. I was squished next to a really smelly guy and another guy who used so much cologne that I could pass out.
When it was the ground floor I practically ran out of the elevator. I did my walk of shame to the spinning doors that lead outside. The second I stepped outside a, huge rain shower started making me all wet and cold.
"JUST GREAT!" I yelled like a maniac.
People passed by and gave me weird looks but I didn't care. I started to walk home when I fell to the floor. My heel was stuck in a pot hole. Well this is embarrassing.
"Shit." I muttered to myself.
I kept trying to get it out but it wouldn't budge. NO I LOVE THESE SHOES. I start to pull and pull on the heel and eventually it comes out...without the heel attached.
"Fuck it." I mumble.
I get up and try walking with one heel. It makes me look like I'm limping so I take it off. There's a red light and I'm about 5 minutes away from the apartment. I'm exhausted today's been such a shit day. I can't beli-
*SPLASH*
I'm knocked out of my thoughts by a black range rover that drove through the red light soaking me in dirty street water.
"WHAT ELSE CAN GO WRONG!" I yell. Once again people stare at me like I'm crazy. I'm too tired to give a shit.
I see outside the apartment building that there's a black range rover parked. If that's the same car that soaked me...I will find the idiot who drives it and give them a load of shit. But right now I want to be dry and clean. I walk into the apartment building and there's a sign that the elevator is broken...Perrie lives on the 12th floor. That's 12 flights of stairs. Are you fucking kidding me.
After walking up 12 flights of stairs I practically drag my feet to Perrie's apartment door. I slowly get out my keys and open the door.
"HEYY LOOK WHO'S-" Perrie stops mid sentence. I look behind her and the other four boys from One Direction are here. They're also with their girlfriends.
"I'm home." I say sarcastically. I look back and notice them all with concerned faces. Except Harry. He's on his phone texting and smirking. Zayn nudges him and he looked up then back down. Wow, dick much?
"I'm gunna go dry off." I say walking upstairs, embarrassed.
"Okay come out when your done!" Perrie yelled.
Ugh. Worst. Day.Ever.
~ 1 WEEK LATER ~
I woke up again for the 6th time this week by a lough laughing Perrie and Zayn. Don't get me wrong they're cute as fuck, and I'm so happy for her...but I'm a girl...I need my beauty sleep.
I slowly roll out of bed and got dressed. I have a dance interview today, they've already seen me dance but they want to talk to me in person. This mean i've either got it, or I don't. I make sure my outfit looks nice and walk outside of my room.
The first thing I see is Zayn tickling Perrie. Fuck, they're so cute.
"Morning!" I say smiling.
"Hello!!!" Perrie yells from the couch.
"Morning Camilla." Zayn replies smiling.
"I have my dance thing, so i'll be back later." I say to them smiling.
"GOOD LUCK!" they reply in unison.
I walked down stairs and out the doors. I looked around at the wonderful city that is New York. I loved the sound of the city. The coffee venders in the morning, people shouting to get out of the way, the taxi horns, and even the odd fuck you make me smile. This city never sleeps, and I guess I don't now either.
I walked down to where the interview was since it's only about a ten minute walk. The building was HUGE! I walked in and checked in with the lady at the humongous front desk. She told me to take the elevator to the eleventh floor. I walked into the elevator and there was a man who pressed the button for me.
"Coffee?" he asked motioning to the coffee machine next to him.
"Sure." I replied smiling.
"Sugar and cream?" he asked smiling.
"That would be great." I replied.
He handed me my coffee and it was my stop.Christ! I would love to work here. FREE COFFEE!
"Thank you!" I said getting out.
I walked up to the door and opened it. I was expecting to see an empty office, but instead there was about twenty other girls. They all looked at me with disgusted looks. What's wrong with me? My style's good, I'm a nice person, I'm not ugly? Did I do something wrong? There were no more seats so I just stood by the door.
One after one the girls were called in. After 5 hours I was the only one left.
"Ms. Johnson?" The lady at the front desk said, not looking up from her magazine that she was reading. My hand rose high into the sky so she knew I was here.
"you can go in." She did dryly.
"Thank you." I said smiling. She just looked up at me then back down to her work. Well then.
I walked into the office and the man looked confused.
"Another dancer?" he asked.
"Yeah...I was told-" he cut me off by putting his hand up.
"We've booked all the dancers we need. I'm sorry but you're a little late." he said sighing.
"I was here exactly when I was asked too." I replied shocked.
"Well sweetie, this is New York. I can see your new and don't know this, but you should always show up either two or three hours early for an audition. That's what it takes to make it here." He said sipping his coffee, not paying any attention to me.
"Oh." was the only thing I was able to say
"Sorry, you may leave." he said motioning for the door.
"Thanks for the opportunity." I said putting on a fake smile.
"Sorry, maybe next time you will learn from your mistakes." he said nodding.
I walked out the door and didn't even bother saying good bye to the desk lady. I wasn't in the mood. I walked to the elevator and this time it was packed, not empty. I was squished next to a really smelly guy and another guy who used so much cologne that I could pass out.
When it was the ground floor I practically ran out of the elevator. I did my walk of shame to the spinning doors that lead outside. The second I stepped outside a, huge rain shower started making me all wet and cold.
"JUST GREAT!" I yelled like a maniac.
People passed by and gave me weird looks but I didn't care. I started to walk home when I fell to the floor. My heel was stuck in a pot hole. Well this is embarrassing.
"Shit." I muttered to myself.
I kept trying to get it out but it wouldn't budge. NO I LOVE THESE SHOES. I start to pull and pull on the heel and eventually it comes out...without the heel attached.
"Fuck it." I mumble.
I get up and try walking with one heel. It makes me look like I'm limping so I take it off. There's a red light and I'm about 5 minutes away from the apartment. I'm exhausted today's been such a shit day. I can't beli-
*SPLASH*
I'm knocked out of my thoughts by a black range rover that drove through the red light soaking me in dirty street water.
"WHAT ELSE CAN GO WRONG!" I yell. Once again people stare at me like I'm crazy. I'm too tired to give a shit.
I see outside the apartment building that there's a black range rover parked. If that's the same car that soaked me...I will find the idiot who drives it and give them a load of shit. But right now I want to be dry and clean. I walk into the apartment building and there's a sign that the elevator is broken...Perrie lives on the 12th floor. That's 12 flights of stairs. Are you fucking kidding me.
After walking up 12 flights of stairs I practically drag my feet to Perrie's apartment door. I slowly get out my keys and open the door.
"HEYY LOOK WHO'S-" Perrie stops mid sentence. I look behind her and the other four boys from One Direction are here. They're also with their girlfriends.
"I'm home." I say sarcastically. I look back and notice them all with concerned faces. Except Harry. He's on his phone texting and smirking. Zayn nudges him and he looked up then back down. Wow, dick much?
"I'm gunna go dry off." I say walking upstairs, embarrassed.
"Okay come out when your done!" Perrie yelled.
Ugh. Worst. Day.Ever.
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I love this so much! Hopefully Kendall backs off for good.
7/28/16