Helena

“Roles will be posted tomorrow evening on the bulletin board.” Gerard nodded.

“Thank you all very much for your cooperation, I’ll be seeing you soon.” He waved, smiling, and left the room.

Everyone shuffled around gathering their things, I tried to avoid the hateful eyes glancing at from throughout the room.

I wanted to be the first to leave but I felt a small hand touch my shoulder.

I turned around to be met with a petite girl, blonde hair and blue eyes.

“Helena,” She spoke.

“Yes?” I blinked.

“I just wanted to tell you, you were amazing. The best I’ve ever seen. Magnifique!” She spoke in a very thick French accent, her eyes glimmering as she talked to me.

“Th-Thank you…What is your name?” I smiled.

“Marie Jean-Mathieu, pupil of Alessandra Ferri.” She winked.

“Alessandra Ferri!” My eyes widened.

“Yes ma’am, to which I am most fortunate to make your acquaintance as well.” She curtsied.

“It’s great to meet you Marie.” I extended a hand.

“Many people here don’t like me very much.” I added, frowning.

“Because they are envious, but sometimes, if they look under the envy, they can find a truly beautiful person.” She smiled.

“Th-That’s sweet.” My cheeks flushed red.

“Come, Helena. Would you care to have lunch with me?” She extended an arm.

“Yes. That’d be lovely.” I chuckled, linking my arm with hers.

We walked out of the room, giggling to each other as we heard bouts of gagging behind us in the room.

We got changed and showered, meeting each other at the park in front of the company.

She took me to an Italian food stand a little walks away. We sat down in the grass with our food.

“When I studied in Italy, this was all I used to eat.” She chuckled.

“It’s strange. In many countries, including my own, there are so many other ethnic restaurants. Chinese, Indian, American, Mexican, Italian. So much that they flood the place, taking away from the culture of that country. Where I come from in France, it is very hard to find a traditional French restaurant. You must go to touristy parts, like Paris.” She smiled.

“But in Italy… The culture is thriving. All there is, is italian food to eat. And the absolute best of everything. If you’re closer to the sea, you will never have better seafood than you will in Italy.” She sighed in wonder.

I was listening intently, to every word she said, fascinated.

“In Russia, we have much polish restaurants, much asian as well. But to find good traditional Russian food, you only find in your Mother’s kitchen.” I smiled at the memory.

She smiled as well, “Nothing better than mama’s cooking.”

“How long have you been here, at ABT?” I asked.

“Almost a year. I came when I was 18. They treated me very well, but I did not become a soloist over night, as did you dear.” She laughed.

“I.. I don’t know why it happened.” I scratched my head awkwardly.

“Because you are brilliant, C'est vachement, you earned it cherie!” She shook her head.

“I’m trying to think so.” I sighed.

“Many of the other dancers, they are saying you are Gerard Way’s lover. But if you are so what, you are still a fantastic dancer.” She shrugged.

“I thought they would. But I have arrived only yesterday, I have never once laid with the man, shared a kiss, shared affectionate words.” I grimaced.

“I believe you. But I would be careful, he has a way of messing with girl’s heads, making them believe he is in love with them. He has seduced many of the dancers here at ABT. But he always has his favorite…” She trailed off.

“Rosie Estefanía. She came by last night.” I blurted.

“What?” Marie blinked.

“I was taking a bath when she barged in, screaming about me being a bitch and whore. She slapped me. Then Gerard came in, scolding her. She said things to him like ‘I thought you loved me? Is she your replacement?’ and then he slapped her. It was very intense. She ran out crying and then the younger brother, Mikey, said to him ‘Maybe you should not have slept with her,’ and I pieced it together from there.” I said.

“Holy shit.” She blinked, surprised.

“Exactly what I thought.” I frowned.

“You must not let him court you Helena.” She looked at me worried.

“I will not allow him to, or I will try.” I sighed.

“Good. I think it is not wise to get caught up in that.” She grimaced.

Notes

kind of a filler, but helena meets marie! I promise the next chap will be eventful XD
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