Dance For Me

Chapter 2

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"Are we getting up at any point today princess sleepy brain? We told Azalea we'd meet her at the studio!"

"I'm not going! What's the point.."

Camila groaned back dragging the covers beneath her chin as Sam strut to her side with a heavy sigh in response, the girl had fallen asleep dazed and confused while the best friend soothed her back with gentle stroking scratches. He'd always been the one to stay on side.. never doubted her mind and all of its wonders even with the side chanted hate from her elusive father

"Come on.. I told you I won't let you give up and that's it? So what he doesn't want you to dance Camila! Seriously!"

"So what is that he's my dad! You heard him Sam? He's gonna kick me out if I ignore him and his dumb rules!"

"So let him! I live across the street mama? You can live with me?"

Sam begged hoping the girl would accept his gesture but she only rolled over with a dramatic grunt covering her entire head with the thick grey duvet, Sam wasted no time in snatching back the covers crawling halfway across the bed to lean down with eyes now unavoidably painted into her grin

"You can't hide from me girl.. I'm gay.. I'm too cute!"

A small smile..

"You're stupid! But if going to the studio will get you out of my face right now then deal.."

"Good! Now get that Latin ass up because miss Azalea has been texting me all morning!"

Camila rolled her eyes finally sitting up to scratch at her hurt brown eyes letting out a yawn that unfortunately detailed every ounce of yesterday's disappointment, Sam wasn't stupid as it turns out.. he could see the green eyed woman had shaken his best friend in more ways than one! The girl however made keep to her promise as she dressed herself accordingly to join her friend in the one place she could truly express her wild amounts of talent

Around an hour later and the pristine grey painted studio was now only an open door away, Sam entered first followed by Camila who only threw down her things with an audible huff of reluctance, the tall woman red haired and confident pacing towards them like a staggering beam of positivity

"Now you managed to get this girl out of bed finally? Camila.. Miss.. we get no where with negativity now do we!"

"I'm not here for your enthusiasm today Azalea.. I'm tired!"

She groaned back at her long time friend mistaking herself with a tone of defeat the woman very quickly strut to disperse as she reached down into her bag pulling out a pink sparkling tiara, she placed it quickly upon the girls head before spinning her around to stare back into the wall long mirrors made specifically for the purpose of rehearsal

"I don't come without enthusiasm drama queen! Look at yourself! This bitch does not accept defeat!"

"You wouldn't understand! I was literally rejected in front of 20 people yesterday.. my dad wants me to quit dance AND I'm at complete disadvantage to literally everyone else in the industry.. I have no experience.."

She sighed pulling the tiara from her head while the friend behind now dragged her closer into the mirror forcing a narrower view on the sad face she knew the events of yesterday had caused.. utter plummeting of emotion sitting in her stomach no less than agonising before a needed lecture from Azalea began to unfold

"Mama.. I am a transgender woman with red hair and a penis between my legs.. if I can set aside the fact I am at a natural disadvantage then so can you! We get no where in this world if not proud of who we are! Accepting of where we came from! Yes we may loose fights and be subject of rejection but we will never be quitters, so I suggest you wipe that look off of your face and show me that damn solo!"