Jubilation

(Author's note) Sorry, this update is sooooo long-awaited, I'll try and post the next chapter much sooner.

Thank you to everyone who stuck with me

For the next several weeks you went to class without a care in the world. Or a care for the material for that matter. You spent most of your time researching dance schools that were good quality and nearby. Which proved harder than you thought.

You sat at your desk reading yesterday’s rejection letters before throwing them in the trash with a discontented sigh. You had imagined it being much easier to get into a school you wanted, it had been a cakewalk getting into the school you didn’t want after all. Of course, your dad probably had more to do with that than you. Brian wrapped his arms around you gently letting his warmth comfort you. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“I hope so. I thought things were supposed to get easier now.”

“Who told you that?”

You shrug, “Hollywood. Romance books.”

Brian smiles before kissing your cheek, “Anything worth doing doesn’t come easy. That’s what my mom always said.”

“Hey,” Karen called out as she entered the apartment. ‘Mail call.”

“Yay, more people telling me I’m not good enough.”

“Hey, you’re more than good enough.” Brian followed you into the living room, “They’re just idiots.”

“Sure.” You found it really hard to believe it was them and not you. If you don’t find anything by next week you would definitely have to get a job. There was only so long your dad was willing to help out with rent. He always told you a man stands on his own two feet, and apparently, that applied for his daughter as well.

Karen was sorting her mail from yours when you walked up behind her. “Mine, mine, yours, mine, yours, yours, mine.” The majority of your pile were magazines or pre-approved credit cards which the latter were deposited directly into the trash. “Oh, this looks heavy. Here.”

She handed you a yellow manilla envelope. Inside was something thick with a lot of weight. Opening it you find an acceptance letter for Madamme Devos' courses at Preston Point University. "OH MY GOD, I GOT IN!!" you shout leaping onto your couch waving your acceptance letter around excitedly. "I GOT IN! I GOT IN!"

"To what, to what?" Brian tried following your frantic jumping.

"I got into Madamme Devos' school!"

"Who's Madamme Devos?" Karen asked still half in shock from your manic display.

"She's the best prima ballerina in the last fifty years! She danced on Broadway, the Paris opera house, she has danced on every stage imaginable! She isn't just a dancer, she IS dance! And I get to learn from her!"

Before you could bounce off the walls again Brian grabbed your hips and held you into the air. "That's great, baby! See I told you everything was going to be okay." You slide down his arms and wrap yourself around his torso kissing him with enough fire to start a locomotive.

Karen cleared her throat loudly, once, twice, three times."Why don't I just go get dinner?"

You didn't hear Karen leave as you practically ripped Brian's belt through the loops of his jeans. Brian was shocked at your outrageous display, but he also wasn't dumb enough to pass up a night of wild sex with his girlfriend to talk about it.

An hour later you uncoiled yourself from Brian to venture into the kitchen for some juice. "Refueling?" Karen nearly scared you half to ****.

"Sorry." You blushed a deep red. "I got excited."

"I can see that." She gestured to the turned-over furniture and broken lamp lying on the floor.

You sat at the small table in the even smaller kitchen, wrapping your fuzzy robe around you tighter to combat the cold linoleum floor. "I'm sorry about your lamp...and your other lamp."

"I'm sure your boy toy can fix them. Tell me more about this dance school." You opened the course catalog excitedly.

"It's so great. They have their own theater for productions, they have a nutritionist on staff, I'll have my own dorm...oh."

"What?"

"I just realized, I'd have to live in their dorms."

Karen frowned for a moment before scooting closer and hugging you tight. "Hey, roomies or not we're still friends. I know their state-of-the-art dorm rooms and nutritional staff can't compare to this little apartment that smells of old cheese though. So I'll keep the bed free whenever you want to visit, and you damn well better."

You giggle fighting back tears, "I will." So much had happened in one day and now you had to leave your friend. It slowly dawned on you, Madamme Devos wasn't in your city, your state...Madamme Devos' class was in France. "...I can't go."

"What? Why not?"

"...It's in France. I can't...I don't want to leave Brian."