To Dance

Chapter 1:

Mimi sat at her station putting on her makeup. All around her were dancers in various states of dress. Mimi couldn't help but stare. These girls were rail thing; she felt a pang of jealousy deep down inside of her. The door to the dressing room opened.

"Marquez, you're up!" the manager barked. Mimi got up and grabbed her kimono off the hook next to her station; the joys of being a dancer.

By the time Mimi got to the loft, the only light came from her and Roger's room. Mimi tossed her purse on the couch and quietly crept into the room. Roger was sprawled out on their bed with the floor lamp on. Mimi got changed, turned off the light and literally fell into bed. Roger rolled over.

"You're home," he muttered sleepily. Mimi gave him a quick kiss.

"Yeah, sorry I woke you." Roger slid over and rested his head on Mimi's chest.

"Don't worry about it." Mimi stroked Roger's hair until they were both fast asleep in each other's arms.

By the time Mimi got up the next morning, Roger was already awake. He knew to be quiet in the morning. Mimi rolled over. She could smell something cooking in the kitchen. She crawled out of bed and looked at the mirror hanging on the back of the door. She was starting to slowly lose her small figure; she was nothing like the girls she worked with. What would it hurt to drop a few pounds?

When Mimi emerged from her room, Collins was standing at the counter making something on the hotplate.

"Morning babe," Roger said from where he was sitting at the table with Mark.

"Morning," Mimi mumbled before giving Roger a kiss.

"Meems, you want a pancake?" Collins asked. Mimi slipped into an empty seat at the table.

"A small one, please." Mimi rested her head on Roger's shoulder and closed her eyes.

"Rough night?" Mark asked her. Mimi nodded. "Then why work so many late shifts?"
"I would say because we need the money, but obviously we don't if we can afford pancakes," Mimi replied somewhat bitterly.

"Don't get used to it, Meems," Collins said as he handed Mimi a plate with a pancake on it. "It's only a small luxury of Bohemia." Mimi cut off a small piece of her pancake and ate it. Collins had made her a bigger pancake than she had wanted. She'd had to watch what she ate from now on.

A/N: Short I know, sorry! Check out my original story, link on my profile, it's called "On the Set".