It's The Falling in Love

Chapter Eighty-Two

"Mrs. Jackson, we want you to be getting ready about two hours before the performance. Alright? If you wait until an hour, you'll have to face traffic. There are extra rooms available for you to practice in before then, alright? We want you ready thirty minutes before the performance. You're our third dance up." The man smiles at me, reading his clipboard.

I force a smile, "Thank you very much, uh...." I stare at him.

The man chuckles, "David." He grins at me.

I weakly smile, "David, thank you!" I softly chuckle.

I clap my hands together. "Also, thank you for this opportunity. You have no idea how much this means to me." I grin, shaking the man's hand.

The David smiles, "It's an honor to have a Jackson perform here anytime. We've seen your dance record. It's quite impressive." He smirks.

I blush, "Thank you again." I say.

David smiles, walking out of my hotel room.

I frown, realizing I'm alone again.

Janet is gonna be here tonight. I shouldn't worry so much. I've been practicing and everything.

I hold onto my stomach, feeling a sharp pain run through me. This pain has been happening for days now. I must be getting ill from all this stress. 

Don't get sick, Mia. Not tonight. You've worked day and night for this since it was a short notice. 

I rub my eyes. It's been hard sleeping this past week..

Oh gosh. My eyes widen.

Michael has been gone for a damn week! Oh shit, I really messed up this time.. He's going to ask me for a divorce after this, huh? Shit! I can't go through that! I messed up once again and he leaves. Babe, why you gotta do this to me. I sniffle.

Enough tears. Save that for the stage. I stare at myself in the mirror.

Another reason why he left me, huh? Fat Mia Jackson. I frown.

I don't see what makes him love me. I don't see any of that anymore. Janet lied, I ain't deadly skinny. I never was. I never have been deadly skinny. Everybody tells me that. I don't see it.

I'd like it if they would stop lying to me about my looks. I like honesty, you know. 

I sigh, looking down at the floor. I've got a few hours. I look back, staring at my bed.

I'm dying for some rest.. I frown.

"Just not yet." I whisper to myself.

I can't rest yet.

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I finish putting my hair back into a neat bun.

I spin around, staring at myself in the mirror.

This dress is very lose and puffy. I grin at myself.

I feel like the ballerina I once was.

It's all coming back to me naturally. I smile, finishing my makeup.

A knock echoes in my empty dressing room

"Come in!" I shout.

The door unlocks, swinging open.

I gasp, "Janet!" I chirp, seeing Janet walk behind me.