"Okay everybody, listen up," said Darren Henson, the choreographer, "we will have practice everyday from 9 to 5 for two weeks. The award show is being taped two Saturday from now and 'N SYNC will be joining us tomorrow, so if your a fan or something, don't freak out. You all did good today and I will see you all tomorrow," and with that he left the room. I grabbed my things and left also.
20 minutes later, I arrived at my apartment and walked in. I set my bag down, walked into the bathroom, and turned on the water. I undressed and got in, letting the hot, soothing water surround me. I began to lather shampoo in my hair when the phone rang. I turned off the water and wrapped my towel around me. I ran into the livingroom and picked up the phone, "Hello?" "Hey Monica," said my friend Ashley, "you busy?" "Yeah, I was taking a shower," I said. "Oh, I'll let you go then, but I'll be over in an hour so be ready to go out," she said. "Okay, bye," I said. "Bye," she said and I hung up the phone. I was so happy to return to the shower and wash the shampoo out of my hair. I quickly put some conditioner in and washed my body, then I washed out the conditioner. I turned off the water and walked into my bedroom. I looked into the mirror and saw the same person I see everyday. I have dark hair, eyes, and skin. I don't like it at all. I'm originally from Mexico, but I moved to Brooklyn when I was six.
I glanced down at my dresser and saw a picture of Ashley and me. We've been friends since 1st grade. She's always been so popular and pretty. She has the blonde hair, blue eyes, great complexion, and the body. I guess you could say that I'm jealous of her. The picture was of us at our senior graduation, which was only 5 years ago. I picked up my brush and ran it through my long, dark hair. I pulled some clothes out of my drawer and put them on and walked into the living room.
"I'm here!" Ashley exclaimed as she walked into my apartment. "I can see," I said. "What's wrong? Didn't make it? Damn, that sucks," she said as she sat down next to me. "Actually, did!" I said nonchalantly. "Oh my goodness! Ah!!!!" she shrieked, "your going to be on the same stage with 'N SYNC!" "I know," I said grinning. "We have to celebrate!" she said, jumping up from the couch. "Okay, let me go get my purse," I said and walked into my bedroom, grabbed my purse off my dresser, and walked out of the apartment. "I'm so happy for you!" she said. "I just can't believe I made it, you know I made it, you know?" I said as we walked out of the building and toward my car. "Yes," she said. I walked to the driver’s side and unlocked it. I got in and unlocked her car door. She got in and I started the car.
We soon arrived at the mall and parked the car. On our way in we ran into an old friend of Ashley's. "Ashley, hi," said the man. "Hi Mike," she said cheerfully. "Have you talked to him yet?" he asked. "Yeah, I have," she said. "Are you going to go through with it?" he asked. "Yeah, but I have to go. I'll talk to you later, bye," she said and grabbed my arm as she walked away. "What was that about?" I asked. "Nothing," she said as we walked in.
