I was in the car with Ace listening to Imagine Dragons, nervously playing with my pointe shoes out of habit.
Right after school, I was going to the studio Maggie was talking about. There was a note on the countertop stating my audition starts at 4:30 and that the instructor is a very good friend of hers. At least if anything went wrong I would have the studio. I don't think that with the clothes Maggie picked for me I was going to stand out which, in the end, was my goal. I know that being the new kid in town already sticks out like a sore thumb, but I wanted my last year to go as smoothly as possible.
So I picked an outfit that was not only comfortable but cute. It consisted of a pair of high waisted black cuffed pants, with a tucked off-the-shoulder striped shirt, and my Addidas. I pulled my waves in a half ponytail with a few strands framing my face and some lipgloss. Normal enough. But I still feel nervous.
But you see, Ace and I are so deeply connected that he can tell right away when something is wrong.
I guess he knew I felt nervous because he said, "Hey, don't worry Rosy. They will love you. I mean you're beautiful, smart, an amazing dancer, and singer."
"Thanks, Ace," I said. Since we were small Ace would always protect me and take all the heat. He's given up so much for me that it would be stupid of me to ruin it by being nervous.
Guiltily I asked, "Are you mad that I possibly ruined your chance with the band?"
"No, I'm not. There's always more chances." He said with a sigh. "Anyway, how can I be mad when you are not only talented at dancing but also in music. You're a prodigy. In fact, we should start a band together."
"Ace you know I can't. Not since..." I trailed off.
"I know, but you have an amazing voice and you're so talented at the bass and guitar. You can't give it up. I hear you play at night sometimes." He said hopefully.
Music is my guilty pleasure. I itch for my bass just as I itch for my pointe shoes. I love performing. But music was my old life. Ballet holds me up whereas music will just break me down.
"Sing for me. I know you don't like to, but sing for me that lullaby mom would sing." He said blushing. I let out a sigh and started singing.
'My little angels don't cry
Mommy will always be by your side.
My little angels stay strong
Mommy will always be proud
My little angels never forget
Mommy will always love you'
I ended the song with unshed tears. I turned to face Ace and there were also tears building up in his eyes. I put my hand on his shoulder and gave it a light reassuring squeeze. Sometimes he can't always be the rock.
We finally got to the school and was amazed. There were three buildings and each building had three floors. We parked the car and headed toward the main office. Even now I could feel the stares. Some guys started catcalling me and Ace would flip them off. A pretty brunette with a nasty attitude stood in front of us trying to get Ace's attention. He just shrugged her off and kept walking.
I sure didn't like the attention, but what do you expect from a school you have to audition to get in. You certainly don't get newcomers that aren't freshmen but we certainly are "freshmeat."
Once we reached the offices, there was a dangerously, handsome guy chatting with one of the staff. He had dark brown almost black looking hair with a disheveled look. His eyes were a piercing blue with flecks of gray. His mouth a seductive smirk, showing a dimple on his right cheek. His face, unbelievingly perfect and symmetric with just a small scar by his sculpted jaw. His body was hidden by dark jeans and a fitted black v-neck that showed just how strong he was. He gave off a dangerous and prideful vibe, surely confident of himself.
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She's a ballerina. Delicate, beautiful, smart, sweet, the perfect girl to show your family. He's the bad boy. Sexy, player, troublemaker, and confident, the boy you never want to show your family. When Rosery goes to Florida Performing Arts School...