Money Can't Buy Everything

Chapter 4 Getting Ready

---Missy's POV---

BEEP!

BEEP!

BEEP!

The loud sounds of my wake-up siren blares through my room, causing me to wake up with a panic just like every other time. I groaned out, reaching around my bed with my eyes still closed, just trying to find my phone that still blaring that annoyingly loud alarm. I peak one eye open to help find it since I'm really doing so well right now with my eyes closed. That nuisance of a sound just continues to ring loudly in the room as I groan louder in frustration.. opening my eyes just to roll them.

BEEP!

BEEP!

BEEP!

I would like to have my favorite song as an alarm but that always puts me right back to sleep.. So I have to have this loud annoying alarm just to make sure I actually wake up. But to really make sure I wake up.. I have an alarm that's attached to a math problem.. The math problem changes every single day and I have to solve it before my alarm will turn off.. but you have to actually think to solve them so it really wakes me up and sometimes frustrates me.. But it mostly frustrates me.. But as long as I wake up, that's all that matters.

It was a long night last night and I'm exhausted, feeling as if I did the hardest workout. Say what you want about pole dancing, it's a real hard workout on your core mostly, but man, I feel it in my muscles all over today.

So I have to force myself awake to get s**t done or I would just sleep all day! But I can't just sleep as much as I would like to, I have too much to take care of. I groan out as I plug in a couple of wrong answers in my groggy mode.. so I blink to really look at the problem before I add, multiply, then divide in my head to figure out the right answer so I can finally shut off my alarm.

I sat up and looked around the room before slipping off of my bed and aimlessly wandering around the room for a moment. So I stop to take a second to figure out what I'm actually doing today before I decide to jump in the shower and wash off to really help me wake up.

The shower was much needed for my sanity after dealing with my crazy alarm.. it helped bring my anxiety down as I fully woke up.. and I don't know of anyone else needs that, but believe me, I do. There's only a couple things that can help calm my mind and one of them is a shower, of course another is s*x and the last is Marijuana.. Since I don't have a man, I'm going to just depend on the other two, because I at least have those.

I pull out of my special scent restricted container that holds all my m*******a weed paraphernalia, then pulling out the half joint I haven't smoked yet. Lighting it up as I wander around my room smoking it as I pick out my outfit for the day.

I had to rehearse at the theatre, then sell tickets, then head straight to my brother helping him with homework and then headed to my work to top off my night. A full day of entertainment for me.. hence why I'm smoking weed now, because I don't know when I will have the chance to otherwise.

Luckily, I have the cigarettes to get me through this stressful, busy day, but weed is still illegal and looked down on by many here.. so not many smoke that I know of, they just do other drugs of course being in the job that I am. That's really common to come by.

But not me. I don't want any part of the other drugs.. Weed just helps me get an appetite to eat, helps me sleep and helps my anxiety while still allowing me to do a full day of work.. Drugs or alcohol can't do that for me at all.. So I'll stick to what I love and enjoy doing in my personal time.. and hopefully I can eventually find someone who won't hate that I do this, because I don't know if I can't stop it.

I mean, I can stop it any time I want, but when I do, because I run out, I can't eat without feeling sick and I have the hardest time sleeping because I can't ease my mind.. So I just choose to smoke what I can, when I can, which isn't much, but just enough since I can't just openly smoke.

I wish I could move to somewhere m*******a is legal, but this is where my brother is and I can't transfer him as of right now.. so I'll just keep smoking in secret to myself until I can figure something else out for where I would like to move to eventually.. when we get the ok of course.

I know that might sound dumb to some, but to me it's a medicine and I feel like I'm better with it, but no one around me approves of it and always tries to change me and I never think it's right to change anyone.. This is my life and I can do what I want with it.. I just like to smoke and it's hard not having any of it.. I'm not a drinker and I don't do any other drugs, it's just weed and cigs. That's it for me.. After a long day, that's all I can think of to make me feel better.. So if I have to move somewhere where it's more accepted and normalized, then so be it.

I continue to suck on the herbal relief as I finally pick out just what I want to wear for today. I have some workout shorts and sports bra to match, along with a zip-up hoodie that matches too.. I need as much skin as I can expose, since my costumes aren't restricted either, because it helps me grip better on everything and that's what really matters when it comes to aerial yoga. I can't fall down from that tall height because I could really hurt myself.. But that's part of the thrill of it, honestly.

I slip those clothes on along with my tennis shoes while throwing my hair into a pony tail so it won't get caught as well, since it comes to about the top of my butt in length. I throw a little make-up on, not too much, because I know I will be sweating and one of the worst things ever is when you get makeup in your eye from water or sweat, in my case. I'll just take with me my outfit for work along with my make up and I can make myself look way better then.. But for now, I just need to relax as much as I can.

I grab my backpack, putting it on, as I quickly close my door and prancing down the stairs, to my motorcycle again. I hop on it in no time at all, zooming off once again as is tradition at that point.

It doesn't take too long, just a little bit of traffic, but I know the back roads to the theatre, so nothing to worry about. I parked and headed into the building to make sure I was not late at all, since it took a little longer with the traffic. Pushing the door open, I'm greeted by, "Good I was worried you were going to leave me alone to buy the tickets." From Drake, who is my dancing partner most of the time and a complete douchbag all the time and, for some reason, has an interest in me.

"When have I ever not shown up Drake?" I ask him in an annoyed tone as I walk past to put my bag down in my locker in the dressing room. "Well you didn't show up last month to that one practice." He says to me as I flip around quickly. "Are you referring to the time my brother was in the emergency room because of his heart condition?" I spat at him as he swallows the lump in his throat. "Yes maybe that was it." He says quietly now embaressed by his comment.

"Oh yes I'm so sorry for not showing up to practice when my brother almost died.." I say sarcastically as I roll my eyes and turning back around.. but with the sound of quickened steps behind me, I can tell he hasn't stopped following me.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that, Missy." He tries to explain as I shake my head and continue on.. not really caring what he says.. he thinks he can treat every girl like this just because he is good looking and will get away with it.. but that's not the case with me. I won't let him talk to me or treat me like that whether he thinks it's right or not.

I opened the women's dressing room, slamming the door in his face as I heard on the other side. "I'm sorry Missy.. I didn't mean it like that.. I just really enjoy your company and it wouldn't have been the same without you today." He states as I roll my eyes more before flipping the door open.

"You did mean it like that because you said it knowing what the answer was already, just harassing me to just harass.. You're just not used to someone calling you out on your s**t, but that's how I'll always be with you.. and if that's how you truly felt about me, then you should have started with that instead of criticizing me right as I walked through the door." I say to him as he leans in closer until his breath practically fans off of my nose.

"Ok.. You're right.. I like spending time with you and I think you would be better off with an amazing guy like me in your life, taking care of you." He states as I roll my eyes more. "I don't need to be taken care of.. I'm doing just fine on my own.. and that's not the way to show a girl you like her, just by talking about how great you are." I replied to him, turning around and shutting the door in his face again. That's now in closer proximity to me.

I walk through getting to my locker as I open it and hear from behind me. "I bet that makes you feel good having him drool all over you like that.. you would need something, since you were dumped by my man for being such a skank." It's from Cynthia the woman that Craig cheated on me with and is still seeing.

"Well, I'm fine without anyone because I don't need a man in my life to make me feel special because I have my priorities straight and know exactly who I am... you know, instead of you, who has to steal someone else's man, because you can't get your own and are a homewrecking skank that makes your value only dependent upon the man you are with." I state to her as I slam my locker shut, shooting her a glare before I turn and walk away. I don't like seeing her but I'm a professional and know how to work with people I don't like.. because I'm an adult and that's the life of being an adult.. doing situations you might not like but for the better for yourself, so you just ignore it.

I walked out of the locker room and running straight into Craig.. ugh why can't I just get away from those people? I try walking past without saying a word as he reaches over and grabbing my arm. I swipe it away before continuing to walk before he says, "Looking amazing today... Misty."

He uses my stage name on purpose as I roll my eyes and still walk away. I don't want any part of that argument since Cynthia is right behind him and heard his compliment towards me. His cheating ass is not my problem anymore, so don't involve me in your personal s**t.

I walked onto the stage where everyone was collecting before starting. "Alright guys thank you for showing up! This is our last big practice before our shows, so it will be the run through.. so give me all you got, so hopefully we won't have to improve one bit.. Then after, we will head out into our dedicated pairs to sell tickets!" Our theatre manager and director says to us as we nod and stretch to prepare for this long practice.