New Story, popped into my head. I don't know if I should make it longer, I have eight pages of it. It is a short story, I will put it in parts... ENJOY! And comment and review please!
The classical music filled my ears as the elegant dressed people passed by me and my date. I was here for my parents, my mom is an actress in the Chicago Theater and this is the party to congratulate her whole acting team. But, my mom’s theater calls her team “The Talents”, so lame.
I tapped my foot against the marbled floors. My hair, which was in a perfect bun, felt like a ton on my small head.
My ‘date’ touched my elbow but I sharply pulled away. I didn’t choose him to come with me, my mom did.
“We have to look like we are having a grand time and you aren’t helping.” He said in his British accent.
I stared at the grand chandelier; it hung on the ceiling showing its gold colors throughout the whole ball room. The ball room was covered in beige and gold striped walls, the walls were made from fabric, actual silk fabric.
“Well, I don’t want to look like I’m having a ‘grand time’.” I hissed.
I looked at my date in the eyes. He had green eyes, like disgusting toxic fungi. His hair was in perfect order for this night, all the brown locks on the top of his head.
“Come on; be nice for your mum.” He whispered.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” I whispered back.
He rolled his eyes.
Then I saw my mom walking up to us. I immediately smiled and stepped closer to Hugh. His pure cotton suit rubbed against my bare arm.
“So, how are the two love birds?” she said in a high pitched voice.
All I wanted to do then is barf.
“Mom, you set us up together, I could have chosen someone else but no, you had to choose my date.”
She rolled her eyes this time and pulled her red silky dress up off the floor.
“You would’ve chosen some weirdo,” she whispered.
“What…?” I asked in disbelief.
My jaw fell down as she tried to explain.
“What I meant was, he is prejudice, your boyfriend is a skater, he wouldn’t have cleaned up for this event and you know it, so don’t lie.” She explained in a hurry.
“Well, that’s actually true, but still! I could’ve came alone mom!” I protested.
She came up closer to me and put her hands on my shoulders.
“Sweetie, this is a black tie event, everyone has a date,” she explained.
I rolled my eyes and looked at her perfectly curled brown hair.
“Okay, okay, now go back and babble to your friends,” I joked.
My mom and I did that often. We just played jokes on each other, even though some of them may be disses, we acted like sisters, but just the best friends type.
She smiled and walked away, her heels clicking her way. I turned and faced Hugh, he was fixing his tie.
“Hugh,” I said.
His eyes bolted at me. Those fungi killers again!
“What?” he asked.
I’m being that mean because I hate him for being my date. It was forced, and when something is forced, I say “Me no likey,” and its everything I hate, automatically.
I rolled my eyes and tucked a strand of my dirty blonde hair behind my ear.
“Well,” he asked, annoyed.
I placed my hand on my hip and leaned against the marble table next to us. It was a brown marble, I don’t even know what it’s called so I won’t help you there. It must have been from like Spain or something expensive.
“Why’d you accept to come, who are you anyway?” I asked, finally.
“I’m Hugh, and I accepted because I needed a date as well, I’m part of the theater.”
“I’m too but I didn’t wanna come,” I said the last part under my nose.
He leaned in closer to me.
“Excuse me?” he asked.
“Nothin’,” I murmured.
“Right,” he leaned against the table.
People were making small talks around us, laughing, drinking their expensive wines, and dancing or maybe just eating and having to go pee really bad.
It felt like an unreal world, a dream, something unnormal. There were no problems in the world in this little closed up box.
Well, for a box, it’s pretty big. But, it isn’t a box so whatever.
He scooted closer to me but I couldn’t move away, that was the end of the table. I could smell is cologne and hair gel. Ew, his hair gel has a scent. Not that bed though, it smells like lemons. I love lemons and anything citrusy.
I rub my hand against my arm from boredom. Even the classical music doesn’t bring me up, not that I like classical music but, it’s just I love music. Uh, but still.
“Are you going to audition for the next play?” Hugh spoke up.
His voice stunned me so I jumped.
“Uh, yeah,”
He chuckled.
“Do you know what the next play is gonna be about?” he asked still chuckling like a hyena.
I hit him lightly on his arm. He showed a fake expression of hurt.
“Actually no,” I replied simply.
“Then why would you audition if you don’t know?”
“Because I’m an actress, I’m going to audition for anything that comes my way.” I lied.
I am an actress it’s just that I wasn’t passionate for it. I was a blogger. Complete nose in my computer, typing all night and all day. I knew how to act it’s just that my mom begged me to join the theater, because I knew how to act. I got that from her, I didn’t like the idea, but it was fun. It filled my time.
He laughed again which pissed me off.
“You’re a passionate actress, yeah right; I’ve seen you act, lazy…”
My heart sped up and I was burning up with anger.
“Excuse me?” I asked, harshly.
He stopped laughing and saw that I was serious.
“Hey, you just don’t seem…” I cut his britishness off.
“Shut up! I know how to act, and I’m great at it. I love acting! Everyone looks down at me like I’m a star!” I almost yelled from anger.
He had wild eyes and he was starting to turn red.
I stopped leaning against the table and stood in front of him. He stood up as well.
“Fine, you are good, but I’m better.” He bragged.
I massaged my hands and scanned the room. I guess this box can’t throw away problems…
“Uh, can you stop being so stuck up!?” I said loudly.
His face grew a grin and he said, “You’re jealous, aren’t you? That I’m better.”
I chuckled and laid my hand on my stomach.
His slim figure over towered me as he waited for what I was going to say.
“No fuckin’ hell. I would never, in all my life, be jealous of you.” I said sharply.
“Why not, I mean look at me.” He said with a smile.
I blinked.
“What is there to look at?” I said.
He tapped his perfect shoe against the marbled floors and looked shocked, no, he looked like he just got dissed by me. Oh wow, he just did.
“Very funny Hayley,” he said as sharply as I did before.
“Well, tell me.” I said simply.
He laughed sarcastically.
I looked away from his anger and looked at my mom. She was with my dad and they were talking to her dance coach. He was the best coach in town, Mr. El Summers.
Everyone knew him; everyone wanted to learn to dance with him. He’s hot shot in all of America. My mom is dam lucky that she got him do work with her. He’s from, Oh what do you know, England. He taught John Travolta, Zac Efron, many people that I don’t feel like naming.
Hugh tapped my shoulder and I jumped at his touch.
“What the he…?” he cut me off.
“What are you staring at?” his British accent rang in my ears.
“Mr. El Summers,”
He looked up and scanned the ball room. I knew it. He is the best dance coach in America so he would want his help.
He leaned against me, his hands on my shoulders, as he looked.
