Aria, a 19yo Bisexual Female Yoga Instructor

“Alright everyone, great work! I’ll see you all next Thursday, alright?” A sound of general agreement ripples through the room, as everyone rolls up their mats and funnels out the door. Seconds pass, and the whole room goes silent and still.

I grab a stick of gum out of my gym bag and pop it in my mouth.

I move to grab my phone from the same bag, when my manager walks into the room. His face is pink and his eyes seem wild, like he just saw a monster or something - something he can’t believe.

“Hey, Aria, sorry to interrupt, I just got some, uh... interesting - good - news, and I needed to talk to you about it.”

“No problem, John, what’s up?”

“So, I got this call - just a couple minutes ago. It was an agent-” “CIA?” I pop my gum.

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“No - celebrity. Look, I know you don’t normally do one on ones, but I really need you to make an exception. The agent asked for our best instructor and I know that’s you.” My cheeks go a little pink.

“Well, thank you. So, who is it?”