The New Girl

Chapter Twenty

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Chapter Twenty

(Scott’s POV)

I scuffle at the entrance to the huge performance hall, our tickets clenched in my hands. September stands close to my side, taking in the scene with widened eyes. As the line moves forward, I have to tug Sep along with me because she’s too awestruck to move by herself.

“Tickets,” the man at the entrance holds his hand out.

I give him the tickets and show him our backstage passes. He nods and ushers us in. When I walk into the open studio, I gasp. It’s amazing.

Just like ‘American Idol,’ the stage of ‘Star Dancer’ is lit brightly and has a gigantic T.V. screen creating the back. Even the floor is made of glass, brilliant lights dancing underneath it. There are several smaller flat screen T.V.s lining the ceiling so the people sitting farther back are able to watch the performances as well.

“Scott, where are our seats?” September taps my arm.

“Mm?” I tear my gaze away from the stage and look down at my sister. I check the tickets and search for the number of our seats. “Twelve and thirteen A.”

“Oh my gosh!” Sep screeches. “That’s the front row.”

She scurries ahead and leaves me in the dust, rushing to occupy our seats. I stroll along at a leisurely pace, in no hurry to reach our places. There are hundreds of other people filing in behind me, stumbling around to find their chairs.

As I make my way forward, I jam my fists into the pockets of my jeans. Seeing all of this ‘Star Dancer’ stuff only makes me think even more about Jordin.

Ollie had sent me two tickets to the finale a couple days ago, probably expecting me to bring Jordin. She had phoned and told me that she’d arranged for me to get front row seats and backstage passes. But that was before our…falling out.

And, having no other options, I picked September. I couldn’t bring any of my other friends; they’d only pester me about my breakup with Jordin and then, knowing I’d cave and tell them some time, they’d try to introduce and set me up with every other girl that walked in. So, I could hardly bring them. And Sep loves this show—it’s her favorite. She’s always perched on the edge of the couch, chewing her nails to the core when it’s on T.V. So I brought her to the actual taping. That way, I’ll be able to support Ollie and she’ll be able to watch the show live.

“Scott!” A voice calls.

I look up and notice that I’m just a couple rows away from the first one. I whip my head back and forth, trying to find the source of the shout. There, in the right corner of the stage, is Ollie. She waves me over furiously when we lock gazes.

I quicken my pace and walk over to her. When I reach her place at the side of the stage, she grabs my hand and leads me back. We step behind the stage and I’m hit by how different it is than the front. On the other side is just a simple black room with many different stations set up. One is where the performers get their makeup done, another is where they get their wardrobe done, and there’s also a long table laden down with snacks.

“Come back here.” Ollie guides me through the black room to a door.

The door is labeled ‘Chill Room.’ She pushes it open and gestures for me to come inside. There, is, basically, a rec room. A foosball table is set up on one side of the room, an air hockey one on the other. There is a set of plush red couches in the center and a glass coffee table is positioned in between them. A mini fridge is placed against the back wall and a giant flat screen is mounted adjacent to the couches.