Agh this was the last place I wanted to be right now... Like most people hate their jobs but this was past hate, I despised it. And as I've been told many times the majority of the worlds population of teenage girls would also kill a kitten for the opportunity to work here.
Ever since I can remember I've dreamed of being a dancer, my first performance was when I was 4 at my school production, I remember the pink floaty tutu I wore with a bright blue bow around my waist.
By the age of 12 I got signed to a dance label, I danced in low budget music videos that nobody ever watched but somehow my current lawyer spotted me. Now I tour around the world at sold out arenas with a bunch of other talented dancers, my dream :). Although we all dance for the most stuck up, obnoxious, self centred person in the history of well, forever.
Today was the third last rehearsals before the first show of a six week tour. I walked into the studio, early as usual, I set my bags down on the small wooden benches that bordered the room and stood in front of the mirror, I hit play on the remote and tucked it in my sweat pants and waited for the music to start.
I'd danced for a good half an hour before a buzz of other dancers entered followed shortly by the choreographer and then.....
"JUSTIN!!!!" a sea of screaming girls swarmed to the door, quickly security jumped in and we started the routine.