"1 and 2 and 3 and 4. 5. 6. 7. 8! UGH!" I jumped up and down shaking away my nerves. "Again 1 and 2 and 3 and 4. 5. 6.-" Silence overcame my room.
"You need a break. You've been practicing for hours." My roommate April interrupted.
I wiped my forehead. I was glistening, not just because I'm beautiful, but because I was working my tail off. I'm sweating! "I have to make sure everything is perfect!" I fanned myself.
"Yes, I know, but you won't make yourself any better if you completely drain yourself! I know how bad you want this, but you're sabotaging yourself. You're overdoing and over thinking this. Rissa, you got this! Please, get in the shower. Relax and mentally prepare yourself for tomorrow." April tossed me a towel.
I wiped my face with it. She was right. I need to get my mind in order and prepare myself for my dance audition tomorrow. I rubbed my arm. Just the thought of tomorrow had my stomach in knots.
I walked into the bathroom. There was an unfamiliar figure in my mirror. I looked into it. It was me. I looked exhausted and stressed. I ran my hands over my face. I lightly pressed on the bags under my red eyes. I held my head down at the sink and glanced over at the tub.
No matter how tired I was, I had to take a shower. I peeled off my clothes. Each article hitting the floor one at a time. I lazily made my way to the shower. I stepped in and let the warmness of this soothing liquid take its toll.
The water streamed over my tired and achy muscles. I reached for my sponge and began to gently coat my skin with body wash. I leaned against the shower wall as the water flowed down my body, taking impurities and suds with it.
Several yawns escaped my mouth; leaving behind watery eyes and heavy eyelids. My body has endured all it could handle for one day. I massaged my neck. I was tense. Negative, self-doubting thoughts have been in my head for the past week.
About 20 minutes later, I turned off the water and stepped out the tub. I rubbed my temples, hoping to relieve my headache.
I placed my hands on my bathroom counter and examined myself. Why are you doing this to yourself? Since when are you questioning your talent? Your ability? Why are you doubting yourself?
...Because I have a dance audition for the one and only, Justin Bieber.
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Body Rock is a six book, Justin Bieber, fan fiction on Wattpad, but in the series, he plays more of a secondary character. Body Rock is about a Chicago-born dancer named Marissa Small. Marissa has a hurtful past, which pushes her out of Chicago an...