Moving in while the elevator was being fixed would usually be an omen for her, but she was two excited that she was getting the last of her things up to her new place. The walk up the stairs couldn't bruise her excitement. The last bit of kitchenware and then everything things would be in her place. She could repeat that phrase in her head over and over again her while going up five flights of stairs.
"This would have been easier if we have gotten your brother to help" The small woman said while struggling with a medium size box. This was probably the last bow needed to go up the stairs.
"Stop being a diva and keep going." Demanded the woman in front of her. "He help all last week when he got my furniture in, and plus he has to get settle in Boston with his new bride." She opened the door to a little fluff ball jetting out jumping and lightly scratching on her leg. "Watch out for Leone."
"Aw yes the other little bitch that lives in this place, at least she wouldn't make me carry something ten times heavier than me." The small women moaned out of overdramatized pain.
"Come on Natty, that box is the last bit I need for the kitchen, and it's lighter than you. If there is anything that heavy you are carrying is that of your ego. Oh and don't call me or my dog a bitch." She placed the boxes on the kitchen counters then joined Natty of the couch to take a breather. She still couldn't believe that she had her own place, someplace she could do what she wants without RAs or one of her parents interrupting her. She can start her own life in Seattle and feel like a grown city bound woman.
"So what are you going to do now?" Asked Natty
"Well I have to unpack and possibly go grocery shopping tomorrow, but let me just sit here and take in the fact that I am in Seattle, birthplace of Hendrix, Kobain and Macklemore."
"You are such a little Oreo" Natty Scoffed as was about to light a cigarette, until she saw the look on her friends face. "Come on Alexandria, you have your own place why do you give me that look, it's not like we can get caught." She finished while putting the lighter into her pocket.
"No it's like I never like cigarettes and I do not want the smell in my new apartment, if you're gonna do that take it to the balcony." She turn as she walked over to start undoing the boxes of her kitchenware. She has gotten all new plates and glasses all to match so she didn't feel like someone broke, without a career. For she was starting her new career in three days. "And you are the last person to call me an Oreo Natty. You are a ballerina for God sakes, for the Northwest Pacific Ballet, also everyone has to call you Natalie, and that's why I think you should stop smoking if you are going to be able to move around with the other dancers, stopping every five minutes to hack and cough is not going to get far especially if you want to be a prima."
"Well what you don't know is that all of us dancers do it. The fumes mess with our taste buds making our appetite shrink making us eat less which in turns keeps us light." Said Natalie as she walked towards the balcony. "And why shouldn't people call me by my birth name Natty sounds like some old southern mammie cookin fur de chilrun, honey chilie." She mockingly spoke. Natalie was the definition of bougie. Ever since their dance instructor told her she had potential when they were ten. Then again her mother probably inflated her ego even more being the only child of parents when they were together. She was a spoiled diva, but in a since she had the right to be, Alex knew that the performing world is the battle of the attitudes and doing what you have to do to prove you are the best, let people know you're the best, and stay on top like you're the best. Seeing what Natty had become from being the best made Alex relieved that she was not a performer and gave her the passion of writing about performers.
"So want to stay for dinner, I'm ordering out tonight." She said, she didn't know if Natty was listening with her back turn to her.
