Becoming British
Apologies and Auditions
Logan’s POV
I was now sitting in the laundry room of the dorm rooms eating at myself for what I just pulled on Jackie. How could I be stupid? Taking her clothes what was I in high school again? I sighed to myself shaking my head. I needed to apologize and that’s why I was currently washing her clothes. I figured it was the least I could do since I was the biggest bitch alive and took her clothes.
“God I was so stupid,” I whispered to myself shaking my head for the hundredth time.
I was definitely getting paid back. I don’t know when or how but I had a feeling that it was going to happen. I knew that my mom and brother wouldn’t be too thrilled about this. Well my brother would actually laugh at me for the first ten minutes because he didn’t think I could do it and then probably tell me I was an idiot for pulling the prank. I was brought out of my thoughts when I felt a body sit next to me. I looked over to see it was Louis and groaned inwardly. I just wanted to be alone for more than like five minutes to let my thoughts eat me alive but no God has to bring everyone to my doorstep every time I want to be alone.
“And what is a pretty girl like you doing in the laundry room already?” Louis asked.
“You don’t want to know,” I mumbled keeping my head in my hands and looking at the ground.
“Care to explain?” he asked.
“If I told you, you’d call me the British equivalent of a bitch,” I replied as I got up to move the clothes from the washing machine to the dryer.
“I don’t think I could call you a bitch,” Louis said and I just laughed bitterly.
“I stole my roommates clothes while she was showering at the gym,” I said, “I didn’t even leave her a towel to wear while she had to walk across campus.”
Louis then started laughing and I frowned.
“I’m serious Louis,” I said plopping down on the chair and Louis sat next to me.
“You’re not a bitch because of it,” Louis said, “I do have to admit that was a great and original prank but not something to call you a bitch over. You probably had a reason to do it and I’m not going to ask you about it love. I think you’re making it up to her though. You’re washing her clothes and let me guess thinking of another way to make it up to her with like breakfast or something?”
I sighed looking over at Louis.
“Yeah,” I muttered, “but I feel horrible I just. . .Today has just been a long day I want to go curl in bed and sleep.”
“Well do that after the clothes are dry love,” he said smiling at me, “And then go apologize.”
I don’t know why but for some reason Louis made everything make sense which really put me at ease. Maybe Sophie was right and I could actually make friends outside the normal “honors kid” stereotype. I did talk to two boys without throwing up on them which was a first for me.
“Thanks Lou,” I said and I saw him grin at the nickname.
“Did you just give me a nickname?” he asked grinning.
“Doesn’t everyone call you Lou?” I asked confused.
“Nope,” he grinned, “but you’re the only one to call me Lou now, and I will call you Lo-Lo for short.”
“Lo-Lo,” I said looking at him weird.
“Yes,” he grinned, “I like that.”
I was about to say I didn’t when Louis hugged me and then pecked my cheek.
“Bye Lo-Lo! I have to still meet my roommate!” Louis said, “See you around campus!”
He then left with me blushing and completely and utterly confused. Why in the heck did he consider us great friends when I just called him by a nickname? Why did I care if we were friends in the first place anyway? Ugh, why couldn’t my brain just settle down for like a minute?!
Before I could think of anything else, the dryer buzzer went off and I grabbed the clothes and headed back up to the room. I was praying that Jackie wasn’t back so I could leave the clothes on the bed and leave another note apologizing for my childish actions. When I opened the door the lights were still off so I was hoping they wouldn’t flip on and she was sitting on the couch. I had made it to her room and then quickly rushed back to my room and pulled out a piece of paper and wrote a quick note on it.
Sorry for being an absolute and total bitch today. I’m really not like that. I hope to make it up to you. I make a pretty mean waffle so my friends say so don’t worry about breakfast. I have that covered. Again sorry for being an absolute bitch. xLogan
I set the note on Jackie’s clothes and then walked back to my room and quickly changed into a pair of my brothers old holey boxers and a t-shirt that was in the same condition and crawled into bed and fell asleep.
Next Morning
I made sure to wake up early enough to run to the closest grocery store to get everything I would need to make waffles because I just assumed our kitchen didn’t come stocked. I had just made it back into the dorm room to have the clock show me it was seven o’clock in the morning. I didn’t need to be at the school of dance until ten so I had plenty of time to cook, shower, and change into a proper outfit. I put everything that I didn’t need in the fridge and I started working on the breakfast I decided to make. I rushed to my room and found my iPod stuck in my computer and I quickly plugged in my earbuds and started cooking. I don’t know how long I was cooking but before I knew it someone tapped me on the shoulder and I quickly spun around spatula in my hand and I took out the earbuds.
“Are you making breakfast for an army?” Jackie asked confused and I was a bit thankful it wasn’t harsh like I figured it would be.
“Actually. . .” I said looking down at the ground and then back up at Jackie, “It’s to apologize for being a complete and utter bitch last night. I make really good waffles according to my friends back home so I made them this morning. I made them whole grain so it was a bit healthier. I bought some fruit and it’s in the fridge cut and washed. Milk, orange and apple juice, and creamer for coffee are in the fridge as well. I made a pot of coffee not knowing if you were a coffee drinker. The sugar is right next to it. Also syrup and butter are in the fridge. You don’t need to worry about me because I’ll be at the school of dance all day so I’ll be out of your hair all day. Hope you like it.”
I then quickly rushed out of the kitchen once I put the dishes in the sink and to my room. I didn’t want to be in the path if she completely got angry and started making a mess. I would gladly clean up when I got home I just didn’t want to be in the path of it. Once I made it to my room, I quickly walked to my bathroom and showered. I didn’t get to take a great look around the bathroom since I wanted to be at the school of dance early enough to warm up my body so I wasn’t dancing with a cold body. Once I showered, I blew dry my hair and then put it back up in a neat bun so it was out of my face. Being a classically trained ballerina all my life I knew that I needed to keep everything nice and neat so the dean of the school of dance would be impressed. I put my contacts in and then put on my tights, leotard, and sweatpants on (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=82092376). I quickly packed my dance bag and made sure I had a change of clothes with me so then maybe I could grab something to eat after. Once I was done, I rushed out of the dorm room and to the school of dance. I walked in and saw that I was an hour early which gave me enough time to put on my ballet shoes and get warmed up on the bar. I was warming up when the door to the studio I was to meet the dean in opened and a woman with pepper colored hair walked in with a man and woman who I assumed to be professors.
“She’s probably. . .” she said but then her eyes widened when she saw me.
“I’m sorry,” I said quickly, “Was I not supposed to be here? I just thought I would warm up before. . .I’m sorry.”
I was already nervous and I knew my word vomit was going to come soon.
“Oh no,” she said recovering quickly, “It’s just we’ve never had a new transfer student come early to warm up before the audition.”
“Oh well my ballet teacher said we always needed to warm up before you actually danced it prevented injury,” I said and the dean smiled at me.
“Well Logan,” she said, “I am Julia Williamson and this gentleman and woman are current professors of ballet here in the school of dance. This is Professor Anderson and Professor Carmack.”
“Nice to meet you both,” I said shaking everyone’s hands, “I’m Logan Walters.”
“Oh we know who you are dear,” Professor Carmack said, “I’ve seen multiple videos of you and may I say you are a brilliant dancer.”
“Thank you,” I said blushing lightly, “I don’t think I am that great.”
“You but you are dear,” Professor Anderson said.
“Thank you,” I replied again a bit shocked that these two professors thought I was amazing.
“Dear I know we talked about this over the phone but you’re still willing to dance and work with one of our seniors so we know how you work and everything correct?” Dr. Williamson asked.
“Of course,” I said as a door opened up to the studio and a man of Asian descent walked in.
“I am so sorry I’m late Dr. Williamson,” he said, “I ran all the way across campus.”
“It’s quite alright Jon,” Dr. Williamson said, “We were just getting through introductions. Jon I would like you to meet Logan Walters she is a sophomore transfer from UCLA. Logan meet Jon Wong. He is a senior who wants to start his own ballet company. He’s from Miami in the US as well.”
“Nice to meet you,” we both said and shook hands.
“So how about we start with your ballet audition and then if you have a couple more other ones you would like to show us then you are more than welcome to do that,” Dr. Williamson said and I nodded my head.
I handed Jon my iPod and explained which songs I would need. I was going to do my Esmeralda rendition that Helga, my ballet teacher taught me, and then go into the Sugar Plum Fairy dance that I was also taught. I started off with Esmeralda and once I was done, everyone was speechless. Before I let them talk I needed to get through my second one so I would be able to just breathe for a second and not want to throw up. Once I was finished, everyone in the room was speechless which made me worry.
“Was I that bad?” I asked after a moment of silence.
“No deary,” Dr. Williamson said, “Why aren’t you dancing professionally?”
“Who cares Julia,” Professor Anderson said, “We can help you master your control even more.”
“Why don’t we take a break and then we start on the choreography,” Professor Carmack said.
I nodded my head and I walked over to my bags and I changed out of shoes into a pair of my toe pads. I then quickly rushed to get a drink of water and then came back in and Jon started teaching me.
After hours of teaching me and performing for Dr. Williamson, Professor Anderson, and Professor Carmack I felt amazing. They guaranteed me that I was going to excel in their program and that I was going to have nothing to worry about. I thanked them all once again and then decided to shower at the school since it was now four o’clock and I had gotten to the school at nine in the morning. Today was going great and nothing good bring down my mood at all.
I was now sitting in the laundry room of the dorm rooms eating at myself for what I just pulled on Jackie. How could I be stupid? Taking her clothes what was I in high school again? I sighed to myself shaking my head. I needed to apologize and that’s why I was currently washing her clothes. I figured it was the least I could do since I was the biggest bitch alive and took her clothes.
“God I was so stupid,” I whispered to myself shaking my head for the hundredth time.
I was definitely getting paid back. I don’t know when or how but I had a feeling that it was going to happen. I knew that my mom and brother wouldn’t be too thrilled about this. Well my brother would actually laugh at me for the first ten minutes because he didn’t think I could do it and then probably tell me I was an idiot for pulling the prank. I was brought out of my thoughts when I felt a body sit next to me. I looked over to see it was Louis and groaned inwardly. I just wanted to be alone for more than like five minutes to let my thoughts eat me alive but no God has to bring everyone to my doorstep every time I want to be alone.
“And what is a pretty girl like you doing in the laundry room already?” Louis asked.
“You don’t want to know,” I mumbled keeping my head in my hands and looking at the ground.
“Care to explain?” he asked.
“If I told you, you’d call me the British equivalent of a bitch,” I replied as I got up to move the clothes from the washing machine to the dryer.
“I don’t think I could call you a bitch,” Louis said and I just laughed bitterly.
“I stole my roommates clothes while she was showering at the gym,” I said, “I didn’t even leave her a towel to wear while she had to walk across campus.”
Louis then started laughing and I frowned.
“I’m serious Louis,” I said plopping down on the chair and Louis sat next to me.
“You’re not a bitch because of it,” Louis said, “I do have to admit that was a great and original prank but not something to call you a bitch over. You probably had a reason to do it and I’m not going to ask you about it love. I think you’re making it up to her though. You’re washing her clothes and let me guess thinking of another way to make it up to her with like breakfast or something?”
I sighed looking over at Louis.
“Yeah,” I muttered, “but I feel horrible I just. . .Today has just been a long day I want to go curl in bed and sleep.”
“Well do that after the clothes are dry love,” he said smiling at me, “And then go apologize.”
I don’t know why but for some reason Louis made everything make sense which really put me at ease. Maybe Sophie was right and I could actually make friends outside the normal “honors kid” stereotype. I did talk to two boys without throwing up on them which was a first for me.
“Thanks Lou,” I said and I saw him grin at the nickname.
“Did you just give me a nickname?” he asked grinning.
“Doesn’t everyone call you Lou?” I asked confused.
“Nope,” he grinned, “but you’re the only one to call me Lou now, and I will call you Lo-Lo for short.”
“Lo-Lo,” I said looking at him weird.
“Yes,” he grinned, “I like that.”
I was about to say I didn’t when Louis hugged me and then pecked my cheek.
“Bye Lo-Lo! I have to still meet my roommate!” Louis said, “See you around campus!”
He then left with me blushing and completely and utterly confused. Why in the heck did he consider us great friends when I just called him by a nickname? Why did I care if we were friends in the first place anyway? Ugh, why couldn’t my brain just settle down for like a minute?!
Before I could think of anything else, the dryer buzzer went off and I grabbed the clothes and headed back up to the room. I was praying that Jackie wasn’t back so I could leave the clothes on the bed and leave another note apologizing for my childish actions. When I opened the door the lights were still off so I was hoping they wouldn’t flip on and she was sitting on the couch. I had made it to her room and then quickly rushed back to my room and pulled out a piece of paper and wrote a quick note on it.
Sorry for being an absolute and total bitch today. I’m really not like that. I hope to make it up to you. I make a pretty mean waffle so my friends say so don’t worry about breakfast. I have that covered. Again sorry for being an absolute bitch. xLogan
I set the note on Jackie’s clothes and then walked back to my room and quickly changed into a pair of my brothers old holey boxers and a t-shirt that was in the same condition and crawled into bed and fell asleep.
Next Morning
I made sure to wake up early enough to run to the closest grocery store to get everything I would need to make waffles because I just assumed our kitchen didn’t come stocked. I had just made it back into the dorm room to have the clock show me it was seven o’clock in the morning. I didn’t need to be at the school of dance until ten so I had plenty of time to cook, shower, and change into a proper outfit. I put everything that I didn’t need in the fridge and I started working on the breakfast I decided to make. I rushed to my room and found my iPod stuck in my computer and I quickly plugged in my earbuds and started cooking. I don’t know how long I was cooking but before I knew it someone tapped me on the shoulder and I quickly spun around spatula in my hand and I took out the earbuds.
“Are you making breakfast for an army?” Jackie asked confused and I was a bit thankful it wasn’t harsh like I figured it would be.
“Actually. . .” I said looking down at the ground and then back up at Jackie, “It’s to apologize for being a complete and utter bitch last night. I make really good waffles according to my friends back home so I made them this morning. I made them whole grain so it was a bit healthier. I bought some fruit and it’s in the fridge cut and washed. Milk, orange and apple juice, and creamer for coffee are in the fridge as well. I made a pot of coffee not knowing if you were a coffee drinker. The sugar is right next to it. Also syrup and butter are in the fridge. You don’t need to worry about me because I’ll be at the school of dance all day so I’ll be out of your hair all day. Hope you like it.”
I then quickly rushed out of the kitchen once I put the dishes in the sink and to my room. I didn’t want to be in the path if she completely got angry and started making a mess. I would gladly clean up when I got home I just didn’t want to be in the path of it. Once I made it to my room, I quickly walked to my bathroom and showered. I didn’t get to take a great look around the bathroom since I wanted to be at the school of dance early enough to warm up my body so I wasn’t dancing with a cold body. Once I showered, I blew dry my hair and then put it back up in a neat bun so it was out of my face. Being a classically trained ballerina all my life I knew that I needed to keep everything nice and neat so the dean of the school of dance would be impressed. I put my contacts in and then put on my tights, leotard, and sweatpants on (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=82092376). I quickly packed my dance bag and made sure I had a change of clothes with me so then maybe I could grab something to eat after. Once I was done, I rushed out of the dorm room and to the school of dance. I walked in and saw that I was an hour early which gave me enough time to put on my ballet shoes and get warmed up on the bar. I was warming up when the door to the studio I was to meet the dean in opened and a woman with pepper colored hair walked in with a man and woman who I assumed to be professors.
“She’s probably. . .” she said but then her eyes widened when she saw me.
“I’m sorry,” I said quickly, “Was I not supposed to be here? I just thought I would warm up before. . .I’m sorry.”
I was already nervous and I knew my word vomit was going to come soon.
“Oh no,” she said recovering quickly, “It’s just we’ve never had a new transfer student come early to warm up before the audition.”
“Oh well my ballet teacher said we always needed to warm up before you actually danced it prevented injury,” I said and the dean smiled at me.
“Well Logan,” she said, “I am Julia Williamson and this gentleman and woman are current professors of ballet here in the school of dance. This is Professor Anderson and Professor Carmack.”
“Nice to meet you both,” I said shaking everyone’s hands, “I’m Logan Walters.”
“Oh we know who you are dear,” Professor Carmack said, “I’ve seen multiple videos of you and may I say you are a brilliant dancer.”
“Thank you,” I said blushing lightly, “I don’t think I am that great.”
“You but you are dear,” Professor Anderson said.
“Thank you,” I replied again a bit shocked that these two professors thought I was amazing.
“Dear I know we talked about this over the phone but you’re still willing to dance and work with one of our seniors so we know how you work and everything correct?” Dr. Williamson asked.
“Of course,” I said as a door opened up to the studio and a man of Asian descent walked in.
“I am so sorry I’m late Dr. Williamson,” he said, “I ran all the way across campus.”
“It’s quite alright Jon,” Dr. Williamson said, “We were just getting through introductions. Jon I would like you to meet Logan Walters she is a sophomore transfer from UCLA. Logan meet Jon Wong. He is a senior who wants to start his own ballet company. He’s from Miami in the US as well.”
“Nice to meet you,” we both said and shook hands.
“So how about we start with your ballet audition and then if you have a couple more other ones you would like to show us then you are more than welcome to do that,” Dr. Williamson said and I nodded my head.
I handed Jon my iPod and explained which songs I would need. I was going to do my Esmeralda rendition that Helga, my ballet teacher taught me, and then go into the Sugar Plum Fairy dance that I was also taught. I started off with Esmeralda and once I was done, everyone was speechless. Before I let them talk I needed to get through my second one so I would be able to just breathe for a second and not want to throw up. Once I was finished, everyone in the room was speechless which made me worry.
“Was I that bad?” I asked after a moment of silence.
“No deary,” Dr. Williamson said, “Why aren’t you dancing professionally?”
“Who cares Julia,” Professor Anderson said, “We can help you master your control even more.”
“Why don’t we take a break and then we start on the choreography,” Professor Carmack said.
I nodded my head and I walked over to my bags and I changed out of shoes into a pair of my toe pads. I then quickly rushed to get a drink of water and then came back in and Jon started teaching me.
After hours of teaching me and performing for Dr. Williamson, Professor Anderson, and Professor Carmack I felt amazing. They guaranteed me that I was going to excel in their program and that I was going to have nothing to worry about. I thanked them all once again and then decided to shower at the school since it was now four o’clock and I had gotten to the school at nine in the morning. Today was going great and nothing good bring down my mood at all.
Notes
Hello everyone! I have videoes for the dances Logan was doing (FYI I don't own any of these dances I just found these and loved them):This one is the Esmeralda dance:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uMzYJcWV4rY
This one is the Sugar Plum Fairy:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wz_f9B4pPtg
This one is the dance with Jon:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zWu4KYJZxk4
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