I'm just saying you can do better
baby I'm the best, so you can't do better
Mikayla could feel the pressure to be successful consuming her. It was making it hard for her to breathe. If she didnt make it, what was she going to do. Dancing was her life, she didnt know anything else. Maybe her former classmates back in Texas were right, maybe she was destine to be nothing more than another video vixen shaking her ass in a video for a couple of dollars. No, Mikayla wouldnt quit, she would rehearse more than anyone else, dance harder than everyone else, she would not give into the pain...ever.
Being a dancer meant that Mikayla had to keep her body healthy and in shape. Thank goodness she had good genes because Mikayla had the appetite of a high school football player. She could out eat most of her friends, but luckily she didnt gain weight as quickly as everyone else, plus she worked out frequently just in case her metabolism ever decided to slow down, and screw her over. No one wanted a "Precious" looking girl booty popping like Beyonce on stage.
Mikayla pulled her soft and wavy red hair into a high ponytail, and wrapped it with a rubber band. She knew rubber bands were bad for her hair but she couldnt find anything else, plus she was in a rush to get down to the gym before the treadmills were all taken. She sat on the end of her bed and pulled her knee up so she could tie her shoelaces on her running shoes. She had already put on her black Nike sports bra, and matching Nike black running shorts. She grabbed a water from her mini fridge and picked up her ipod from her desk. She looked around her dorm room one last time to make sure she had everything she needed for her trip to the gym.
Once arriving to the gym she hurried and looked for an available treadmill. She placed her water bottle in the holder, and went off looking for the cleaning supplies. Mikayla didnt trust people to clean the machine after every use, some people just didnt have proper gym etiquette. She refused to be rubbing up against someone else sweat. She sprayed some cleaner on a paper towel and returned to her machine. To her surprise someone was already on it, how could they not notice her water bottle there. Mikayla shifted her weight to her right leg, and placed her hand on her hip. Letting out a few breaths of air to gain their attention Mikayla said, "Um...excuse, but I already claimed that machine." in a matter of fact tone.
TAG: OPEN.
OUTFIT: HERE. ARTIST & LYRICS: JOJO & MARVIN'S ROOM REMIX.
BANNER BY: ME.
TEMPLATE BY: SPARROW ! @ CAUTION.
ONE LAST THING: THANKS to anyone that replies.
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