The Rush by AlexsBeautifulWoman
Prologue by AlexsBeautifulWoman
Author's Notes:
"The Rush" is the sequel to my short story, "Will You Love Me Tomorrow?". I started this installment in 2006 and in summer 2008, chose to re-vamp the series, "Triangle of Roses". As of January 2009, "The Rush" is being edited until further updates are posted. Please note that once re-posted, there might be more or less than the original 26 chapters. I encourage readers to pay attention to small details intertwined into the larger concepts. Happy Reading!
Prologue

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

I hadn’t ridden in the back of a taxi for a long time. Years. I couldn’t remember how many, but the realization forced me to smile. I had been in Orlando for three days, but I couldn’t stay away another minute. My body was sore and my muscles were over-stimulated – in all honesty, I really didn’t care. I’d get all the new modified dance moves down, no problem. Kevin kept making a big deal about how the new show would be different: “dancing without dancing”.

Whatever. It’s still dancing! I thought. They can live without me ‘til Thursday.

    I didn’t mind the “dancing without dancing”; I love what I do – performing the whole bit – and the ladies love watching me. The ladies…my lady…she was the reason I was sitting in this taxi-cab, on my way home from LAX. Chanel Trujillio de Vasco was the one person in my life that kept me real; she knew me even behind the shadow of hitting rock bottom and yet, there always was a sparkle of mystery in her eye.
    I looked out the window, noticing the familiarity of Malibu. Isn’t funny how life throws you a curve ball now and then? And it’s not what you expect… The day I met Chanel, a cool Friday in December of 2000, we were holding auditions for the Black & Blue Tour and this particular round of auditions was held for me. I needed a dance partner. I had noticed her beauty over the other girls, but the second she started dancing is when I really saw her. She wasn’t nervous or phased by “who I was”. She was there to dance and I could see it when she smiled, the way her eyes lit up when the music hit a strong pull. When her body moved with the rhythm, she glowed. I was 22, she turned 18 the day before the tour started. I would have never guess that I’d fall in love with that passionate, sarcastic girl from Pasadena. I would have never guessed that she’d spent almost four years of her life waking up next to one of my best friends. I would have never guessed that I’d leave technical rehearsals the opening week of our first tour in four years to come back home to that girl.

    But Howie did say that if I talked about missing her one more time, he’d fly me home…so I saved 200 bucks…

    “Oh um, third house on the left,” I told the cab driver. The car pulled up and I paid what I owed, plus tip. I’d brought back just a small back pack; I fished my keys out of the front zipper pocket and let myself in through the side door into the garage.

    Either way, I would have never guessed.


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