Hey Guys! Wow...crashing a thread ;) How gansta is that? Well, Everyone who hasn't read BRL yet, this is chapter 2 starring our Nick Girl, the wonderful Rachel! Enjoy everyone!
<3 Madeline
Chapter 2
Rachel’s POV
“Okay guys, I need you to take your positions and let’s take it from the top,” I called out from the audience section of the theatre perching up on a blue cushioned seat. I watched as each kid scampered across the stage and hit their beginning pose in perfect precision. Biting my lip I surveyed each arm, leg, and finger. Everything had to be perfect.
“Cassandra, lower your arm, and Jimmy I need you to move your right leg so you are matched with Margo, every little detail needs to be perfectly in place, otherwise they can’t call us Broadway, from the top! 5 – 6 – 7 – 8” I called out swiftly sweeping down to click the “play” button on the silver stereo next to me.
Ever since I was able to walk, I was attached to the stage, it was basically where I lived and what made me. For a while I took several acting classes, and basically lived and breathed everything that had to do with performing. When I was 10, I finally made my debut on Broadway. While performing over the past years, I developed I passion for dancing over everything else... the feeling of conducting every step, every movement thrilled me pretty much completed me…okay that sounds cheesy, but hey, its true…I couldn’t get over my sudden click for dancing. Apparently, the directors caught on to my passion for dancing and almost immediately put me in charge of the dancing technique classes for the younger cast members – talk about crazy. For the past year and a half I’ve been the head of the technique dancing instruction for the smaller numbers of the shows, I’d have to say I felt pretty important especially since this all was on the one and only Broadway.
“Up, down, snap and turn, hit it guys, come on,” I yelled biting my lip and pacing in the isle in front of the stage then glancing nervously down out at my watch. As much as I was attached to this whole life, I would be leaving all of it behind for who knows how long to live out the opportunity of a life time in less than an hour. In an hour, I would be leaving the theatre and stepping into the music business as a backup dancer for Demi Lovato. I have no clue where I was getting the courage to leave Broadway and everything I had accomplished here, but I had known Demi ever since we were little and together in acting camp and when she said that it would be a blast and extremely beneficial…I guess I had to believe her.
“You’ll meet new people…tour the US dancing…and we will be hanging out with each other like old times,” she says…yeah Demi…I know…but is it worth it?
“And you get to spend the entire time with the Jonas brothers…”
Like that was a convincing factor at all. Hanging with some snotty three-some that constantly sang annoying break up songs wasn’t exactly exciting to me…but I decided I would be going with Demi as a step of faith for a future of dancing. In about an hour, I would be helping Demi pick out one other backup dancer through auditions…which I was kind of pumped for. Who wouldn’t want to spend a day acting like you were choosing the next American Idol?
“Miss Rachel,” Christine, a small 5-year old, chimed shooting her hand up making her blonde piggy tails swing slightly. Snapping my head up, I shook all the thoughts from my head and smiled slightly at Christine’s rosy cheeks and determined expression. I guess the song had ended because all the kids were frozen in their end positions as if they couldn’t move. Giggling to my self, I fixed my eyes on Christine.
“Yes, sweetie,” I asked watching Christine’s arm shoot down.
“Can we move now?” Christine asked stiff as a post.
“Yes you can,” I smiled noticing I had kind of left them hanging there. Suddenly Christine’s hand shot up once again.
“Miss Rachel?”
“Yes, Christine,”
“Are you really leaving us?” the sound of Christine’s drooping voice rushed through my body reminding me what I was leaving behind. Scanning my eyes around the empty theatre I bit my lip once again questioning if everything was worth it.
“Only for a little bit, but Miss Marina will be taking over while I’m gone, and I’m sure she’ll be really fun,” I sighed slightly as I watched Christine’s smile creep on her face once more, “How about we take a little break and put on some music and just dance for fun, it will be like a ‘going-away-just-for-a-little-bit’ party,” The entire stage of small faces lit up making me giggle. Sweeping over to the stereo once more I popped in a Hannah Montana CD and quickly turned it to Nobody’s Perfect then sprinted onto the stage. The kids swarmed around me laughing and giggling while they went crazy to the music. Suddenly there was an echoing click from the front doors to the theatre while a beam of afternoon light zipped through the room making me and everyone around me freeze.
“Excuse me,” I said jogging down to the stereo on the cushioned chair snapping it off then crossing my arms in the direction of the figure peeking through the door way, “This is a closed practice, you can check show times and releases at the ticket box,” The figure walked calmly down the hallway holding its hand over its eyes so the sunlight would allow it to see us while I squinted my eyes and bit my lip readying myself to pull out so Kung Fu skills…not that I had any.
“Oh…sorry, I just…I performed here once…and the lady in the front said I could check it out…kind of reminisce, you know?” a soft voice came through the sunlight as a more defined figure emerged from the sunlight. Squinting my eyes more, I leaned in a little bit to see more of the approaching figure.
“Well, whoever you are, we need you out beca...” I was cut off by the sudden appearance of a boy about my age with short, dark brown curly hair, deep brown eyes, and that stood a little higher than me. A sudden jerk of fluttering shot through my body as I watched his eyes quickly follow the walls of the theatre then lock with mine.
Nicholas Jonas…great, I already have to spend an entire tour with him, why do I have to meet him early?
Biting my lip I felt the fluttering zip out of me and anger bubble up from inside of me.
“What makes you or the lady at the front think that you can come in here during a private practice?” I asked shooting his innocent brown eyes maybe too harsh of a glare. Lifting his eyebrows slightly - probably taken aback about how cross I was - Nick bit his lip slightly and took in a deep breath. Glancing over toward the dropped jaws of the kids frozen on the stage I shook my head trying to calm myself down.
“No, wait, let me answer that question for you, you AND the lady up front thought that JUST because you were Mr. Nicholas Jonas, you could do whatever you darn well please, well I’m sorry to burst your bubble rock star, but we’ve got some real shows to work on.”
Wow…I can be pretty vicious…but who is he to interrupt our practice…even though we were just taking a break…but he still has no right
Nick’s deep brown eyes widened slightly as I locked my gaze on the kids still frozen on the stage. They thought he was the greatest thing since sliced bread. However; I thought differently.
He isn’t going to fool me…no matter how cute he is… NO RACHEL he is NOT your type of guy, we are just going to stick this entire tour out like he is not even there…yeah…that works
“Typical cookie-cutter teen pop sensation, thinking he can do what ever he wants just because he released a few hits,” I snapped watching Nick slightly swallow then bite his lip again.
Okay…maybe that was a little harsh…
I knew that I was being a bit unreasonable, I mean, he hadn’t even said more than 15 words to me…but, I couldn’t tolerate anyone who thought they were all that and a bag of cheetos. Nick clapped his hands slightly, fixing his eyes on his shoes, and then locking with my eyes again making that stupid flutter stream through my body once more.
“Look, I’m really sorry, I just…”Nick said softly sending a whiff of guilt that overwhelmed me, but that was gone soon enough.
“Just looking for some free perks of being the rock star of America, well Mr. I-can- now-do-whatever-I-please, we don’t offer those here, and we do need to get back to practicing, so if you could please,” I motioned toward the door as I caught Christine’s hand shoot up from the stage.
“Yes Christine,” I sighed keeping my eyes fixed on Nick who was now focusing on Christine’s determined expression.
“Before he goes…can I have his autograph?” Christine chimed causing me to snap my head down to my shoes in frustration…not only was it annoying that everyone of my students were cloned JoBro fans, I couldn’t figure out why I was so mad at Nick…I mean, I couldn’t stand the Hollywood-Diva attitudes, but I didn’t even really talk to Nick, and now I had just made a horrible first impression…and on top of that…I had to spend a whole tour with him now…and he probably hated me. Truly, I didn’t want to make him feel bad just because he wanted to walk down memory lane.
Darn it Rachel, make up your mind! You can’t be the Wicked Witch of the West and Glenda at the same time…you’ll confuse the poor boy
Honestly, my whole irrational explosion freaked me out a bit…I never really was mean…to ANYONE…just hard to impress…but here I was, practically screaming at America’s Heart Throb
“Yes, Christine,” I slowly moved my head up to see Nick side smile at me but quickly look away when his eyes met mine. Christine sprinted down the stage followed by sea of Jonas crazy students. Fire rushed to my cheeks causing a disgusted look to form on my face as I shook the thoughts from my head and ran my fingers through my brunette hair.
What is with the red cheeks, tell me Rachel, what is with the red cheeks…this is ridiculous, let’s all spell it out Y-O-U D-O-N-T L-I-K-E N-I-C-K J-O-N-A-S, in fact lets just be safe and say you hate Nick Jonas…once that cookie cutter pop star walks out of this room…you…hate Nick Jonas
The sunlight burst onto my face as I swung the heavy door open. Sweeping on a pair of sunglasses, a hat, and tucking my chin I searched my pockets for my iphone. Biting my lip I slightly smiled remembering the girl inside the theatre, but immediately shook her from my thoughts.
Okay Nick, she just chewed you out…and you are actually smiling about it?
Okay, so the trip inside wasn’t what I hoped for…actually it was nothing that I hoped for. I wanted to go through the theatre taking in all the great moments I had there, but instead I got an echoing lecture from a girl that made my spin shiver and made me temporarily loose half of my hearing. I mean, she had every right to yell at me…I did kind of barge in…but I guess I was surprised at her reaction to my entrance. I never really thought of myself as better than anyone else, but I guess for a split second I thought that I could just walk in and be accepted. I had to admit though the moment I saw the girl’s glimmering smile through the window of the entrance to the theatre, I immediately planned to impress her...but that didn’t work out so well. When someone starts to scream at you…you know that they don’t feel the same butterflies that you feel when you lock eyes with them. So, I have to say I was kind of disappointed that I didn’t get her to like me in the 10 minutes I was there, but I guess I wouldn’t be seeing her anytime soon…that thought oddly sent a wave of disappointment over me.
Just forget about her Nick…you won’t see her again
Shaking my head slightly to erase the thought from my mind I shuffled down the stairs in front of the theatre and slid my iphone to my ear pressing speed dial 4 as a ringing swept through my ears.
“Hey Nick, what’s shakin’?” Kevin’s voice cheerfully greeted me.
“Hey Kevin…um, well I kind of done …” I said biting my lip and pausing on the sidewalk staring at the busy street.
“I thought you were going to visit some of the theatres you preformed at…”
“Well, I did…but, you see, I got in and then a girl…” I hesitated as images of her brunette hair and gleaming smile raced in and out of my head.
Forget about her Nick…
“A girl? Hmm, has Nick found someone he likes?” Kevin questioned playfully
“No, No, No, that’s not what I meant at all,” I paused…
At least I think I didn’t mean it like that…
“I went in and a girl yelled at me…so I left, I think I’m going to call a cab and head back to the hotel…”
“I see…okay, well call me when you get there and make sure Mom and Dad know you went ahead back to the hotel, I think they went out to eat or something but the band and Big Rob is still there,” Kevin reassured. Even though it had only been like 45 minutes since our driver dropped me off on Broadway…I didn’t really have anything else to do, and I needed to make sure I erased that girl from my mind or it would bother me.
“Okay, see you later Kevin,” I said pulling air through my nose and surveying the streets in front of me.
“Bye Nick,” Kevin chimed as I hung up the phone. Biting my lip I tried my hardest to think about something else other then the girl in the theatre as I called a cab. I must have looked like an idiot shaking my head so many times to get her smile out of my head, but the image of her wouldn’t budge.
This is going to be a long night…
Rachel’s POV
Filing into a room full with girls, I stood on my tippy toes and peered around the room spotting a door in the back that read “Audition Room”. Walking up to a table near the long line of girls I glanced down at my watch then focused on the girl behind the table.
“Hey, welcome to Steps On Broadway Dance Studio, are you here to audition?” the girl said in a chipper voice flashing me a wide smile.
“Um, no, my name is Rachel Remington, and I’m a friend of Demi’s. She asked me to help judge, I’m the other backup dancer,” I explained adjusting my navy blue duffle bag on my shoulder and glancing back at the audition door.
“Yes, Yes, Demi is in the room in the back, we should be ready to start in a few minutes,” the girl smiled shuffling a few papers in front of her and pointing to the door in the back.
“Thank you,” I said before turning and weaving my way through the crowd of girls. Finally reaching the back of the packed room, I slipped through the door to enter a spacious room with Demi sitting all smiles at a table against the back wall.
“Hey, Miss Rachel, I’m super excited about this tour! Are you?” Demi said springing up from her seat and almost toppling me over with a massive hug. Giggling lightly I pulled away from her. Same old Demi.
“Very excited, wow, you haven’t changed a bit, still a hugging maniac, are we?” I laughed unzipping my navy duffel bag and pulling out a water bottle as I made my way toward the table.
“Ha-Ha very funny, what are you excited about the most, the dancing? Hanging out with me? Meeting the Jonas Brothers,” Demi took her seat next to me nudging her eyebrows up and down like I was supposed to like them or something.
Not exactly…
I quickly sucked in some water from my bottle to avoid answering her question honestly. Nodding my head slowly, I stared at the wall in front of me avoiding contact with Demi’s truth seeking eyes. I knew I wasn’t exactly answering the question…but that was the point.
“I think, they will really like you, especially Nick, you should become good friends,” she said going though the lists of names in front of her.
Oh yeah…great friends
“Are we ready to start,” I asked screwing the top back onto my water bottle trying to avoid anymore conversation of having to see the annoying Jonas Brothers.
“Yeah,” Demi giggled slightly at my urgency, “Okay, Sam, We’re ready,” Demi said into her walkie-talkie. Clapping my hands together I prepared myself for the 300 and something girls that would be auditioning.
Let’s get this show on the road