1. What Makes You Beautiful
My alarm goes off at 5 am. I shower, brush my teeth, get dressed, pull my hair back into a tight bun, add just a touch of mascara, and head out the door. A quick stop at Dunkin Donuts and with coffee coolata in hand, I'm ready for the crazy day ahead of me.
Today is the day every girl my age dreams of, but not many experience. Hand-picked from my dance club at the college I attend, I am going to an exclusive audition for a back up dancer spot in the upcoming One Direction tour.
But it is not just any spot, oh no. These spots are romantic roles, 5 girls will be selected and matched with a member that exudes the most chemistry between them. And let me tell ya, I've always dreamt of being Mrs. Horan. So, needless to say, I am praying that the sparks fly between us as much as that online quiz told me they would.
I will obviously be very happy if I get matched with any member, don't get me wrong. But man oh man if I can dance with that dashing Irish beauty with those baby blues, my life will be made.
But first I have to make it through the audition.
I arrive at the theatre around 6 am, which gives me just enough time to stretch before the 6:30 audition. My stomach feels like the butterfly conservatory I saw on my school field trip one year.
I examine all the other girls surrounding me, and realize they are unfortunately gorgeous. I find myself praying that the girl with the 'Martina' name tag will fall on that pretty little face of hers soon.
I decide to stop looking at my competition and focus on my stretches, when something catches my eye from behind the nearest curtain, messy blonde hair above a green polo.
I cannot help myself from staring at the marvelous sight before me, and, before I know it, I realize that he is staring back at me. Our eyes lock passionately onto each other's, and I start to feel all of the air escaping my lungs. The corners of his mouth turn upwards, and his eyes sparkle, as of he's just told a joke only the two of us understand.
When he breaks the gaze, my lungs fill back up again, and I realize that the auditions are about to begin. I try to shake the beautiful image out of my mind as I dance the hardest I've ever done, but it's just impossible. It's then that I realize the image is what is motivating me to keep dancing. I'm following the choreographer move for move.
When I turn my head, I see only 6 girls remain. One elimination left.
I start to feel my pulse in every inch of my body. My feet become independent beings, and my head and heart collide together as I daydream about those blue eyes.
Then the music stops.
Looking around, I see that there are just 5. It is then when I start to listen.
"Congratulations," a man with a thick British accent tells us, "all of you are going to be the back up dancers for this tour. Now, I want each of you to pose next to each boy and I will determine with which member you have the most chemistry."
When the boys enter the stage from behind a curtain, my eyes go straight to Niall, but he's looking down, so I remind myself that I am merely a back up dancer and nothing more.
As each girl approaches one by one, I notice the poses as being flirtatious, and I decide right there that I will do the same, as long as my nerves don't kick in. The Martina girl is incredibly flirtatious, and it forces me to make a mental note to watch out for her.
When it's my turn, I go through the line slowly. First I pose with Liam, my front nestled up to his side while I coyfully play with his tie. Then with Zayn, I stand behind him, my right hand placed gently on his shoulder while my other hand digs into his front jeans pocket. With Harry, I stand with our fronts facing, then I grab the collar of his shirt as I turn my head back towards the director. Niall follows, and as I approach him, I realize he looks as uncomfortable as I feel. His face has a sort of shy quality to it, but also portrays this kind of mysterious charm. I instantly regret staring at him earlier, and my stomach is no longer giddy, but instead, nauseous.
The others sense my discomfort, and when I realize this, I do a quick awkward pose, wrapping my arm around his waist and placing the opposite hand on his chest.
The director's face is a mirror image to my stomach.
Moving onto Louis, I resolve to a repeat of my Liam pose, instead grabbing his suspenders. The directors face turns pleasant as he gives us the thumbs up, indicating we are a match he has chosen. I sigh, but instantly perk up when I see a smile spreading across Louis's face. Because, honestly, how can you be sad when you have chemistry with Louis Tomlinson and he smiles at you?
I start to really examine the other choices, and I see that Martina is paired with Liam; I can't help but feel relieved she's not with Niall. A girl named Jessie with a Southern accent is paired with Zayn, and Harry ends up with a pretty blonde named Corryn. Niall's partner is a brunette named Jenna, who looks pretty similar to me, minus the obvious Irish ethnicity freckles. I can't help but be jealous of her.
"I want the 10 of you to spend some one-on-one time with your partner," the director instructs us, "to build the chemistry. My name is Jim; if you girls have any questions, the boys have my number. Thank you for your time, I will contact you with all schedule information within the week."
"Well, I guess we should grab a cup of coffee or something," Louis says to me, "Does that sound all right?"
"Of course," I tell him, "After all, we are chemistry partners."
His soft chuckle reminds me that I need to forget about Niall and focus on my job as Louis's dance partner, even if he isn't my favorite 1D member.
"I love girls with a sense of humor," he remarked, "That's what makes you beautiful."
I could swear I heard him humming that song as we started out the door.