La Vida Loca

Chapter One Hundred Thirty Three: Trying To Cover The Tracks

Apollo Theater.

6:45 in the morning.

Callie felt a hand gently shaking her shoulder. It was to tenter and she felt like she was being touched by an angel.

"Callie..." I heard that familiar voice calling my name, with a sense of urgency.

She slowly opened her eyes and she saw Nate looking at me with a worried look on his face.

"Oh, it's you, Nate." I said still half-asleep.

"Yes. Good morning, Callie." he greeted her.

"Good morning to you, too." she greeted him back, as she is now fully awake.

"I'm so sorry for waking you up, but we need to get out of here as soon as possible." Nate told her, while looking apologetic.

And with that, Callie remembered everything that happened last night... She voluntarily locked herself inside the Apollo Theater with Nate last night, and they had their very own "private rehearsals" until the late hours of the evening.

"Oh, right! Thanks for waking me up, Nate." Callie thanked him in return, while trying to stand up.

"No problem... By the way,