A/N
BF/N is your best friend.
(Y/N) is your name
(L/N) is your last name
(H/C) means hair color

I walked through various hallways following one woman in a white coat and black slacks. My phone buzzed and I tried to text while walking. Which I easily became a pro with.

(BF/N)- Are you in?

You- Yeah. They just brought me in for x-rays. I'll talk to you soon.

(BF/N)- Text me as soon as possible with news.

I powered down my phone just as the doctor opened the door. I stepped in to see a large machine and table. I carefully hopped onto the table and sat waiting for instructions.

The doctor had unstrapped my thick black boot. She lifted my leg on the table and the machine moved over and stopped to scan different areas on my foot.

"I will be back with results." the kind lady said before she shut the door. I powered back on my phone and stared at the screen that was switching colors to indicate it was loading.

The lock screen of one of my dance photos finally appeared and I typed in my password. I noticed I had two missed calls from (BF/N) and one text from Cole. I ignored the calls but opened my messenger app.

Cole- Just wanted to see how you are doing with the boot.

I smiled a bit. Which is odd. I never smile for dudes.

My fingers began to type and as I was about to press send the door opened and the doctor was back. I pressed the off button and shoved my phone into my black skinny jeans back pocket. I completely forgot about the message.

"Your foot has healed faster then expected and you are able to dance again."

I slightly smiled and slid off the cold table. I walked to the door and pushed it open.

I turned to face the doctor with a tiny smile on my face. "Thanks." I acknowledged.

She smiled and nodded at me.

I calmly walked away from the offices. I pulled my phone out my pocket and opened my call application. I knew just who to call.

"This is Lou." the voice said.

"Mr. Brookstone? I've been thinking about what you said. I would really like to be a trained soloist like you offered."

"That's fantastic Ms. Lane. I'll see you after your school hours tomorrow."

"Thank you. Goodbye."

"Bye."

I hung up and contained my excitment. I'm awful at expressing emotion so I keep it pint sized.

I already called it quits with Katie. She was getting on my nerve telling me I was irresponsible and would never be leader of the team again because I broke my foot. You know what? She can break her spine for all I care because I taught her every move she knows. And I'll beat her any day, any time since THE Lou Brookstone is my coach.

I sold my apartment about three days ago because no matter how hard I try, I am always late to pay my rent. And between a full schedule of dance and school, I don't have time for a job. But my best friend is letting me live with her and her parents. So I have a home and food. It's all good.

Since it's Tuesday, I went to the doctor's directly after school. I go to Laketon Arts. All types of art prodigy attend. Visual Arts, studio arts, etc.

At Laketon, your still required all core classes like mathematics, science, language arts and history. But since there is eight periods, I have two dance rehearsals a day, one study hall and I have an extra tumbling class.

I raced back to (BF/N)'s house to share the good news. Her parents were away for business this week so I didn't pay attention to how loud I was. I ran into the house and upstairs to (BF/N)'s room. I lightly knocked on the door because she is always making out with Zach, Her boyfriend. They've been together for like six months.

"Come in."

I ran into the room and twirled around in the center of her wooden floor.

"You got the boot off!" she squealed.

"All healed. I am stinky boot free." I grinned proudly.

She laughed. We talked for three hours more. It was about ten when we realized we need to be up for tomorrow. (BF/N) goes to Laketon with me but she specializes more in photography and studio art where as I am the singer and dancer. All around performer.

I sluggishly trudged to my room and flopped onto my blanket. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

"Come on wake up! (Y/N)!" someone shouted.

I opened my brown eyes to see (BF/N) shaking me awake.

"You're gonna be late. Remember what Mr. Lanx said? One more tardy and you have detention again."

I always get detention. At least once a week.

I groaned and pushed (BF/N) out of my room. I changed out my clothes from yesterday and wore light blue short shorts with a white AAU t-shirt for dance. I pulled on some black converse and shoved my hair into a long ponytail of straight hair. I quickly brushed my teeth and grabbed my phone. Now to pack.

I put a gray loose t-shirt and black gym shorts in my backpack along with my binder and papers. My combat boots for dance were already at school in my dance locker. Along with my books in my class locker in the hallway.

I slung my black bookbag over my shoulder and raced outside after brushing my teeth. (BF/N) was waiting for me. School is only ten minutes away so I don't mind walking.

I said bye to (BF/N) as we split to our different classes. First up, science. And let me tell you, I nailed the test. After science I went to my first dance class. Then yoga, math, dance, language arts, study hall and last but not least, history. With Mr. Lanx.

My rehearsals were a lot better since I wasn't wearing a boot. My school does a lot of events and plays. So I dance and or sing in all of them. My yoga gets switched for vocals sometimes.

The bell rang and I packed up my things from study hall. I had two minutes to walk across the school and upstairs to Mr. Lanx's class. Crap.

I grabbed my bookbag and sprinted down the halls. I was half way up the stairs when the tardy bell rang. Shoot.

I walked into history and Mr. Lanx glared at me.

"Detention Ms. Lane. After school until 6:15."

"But--"

"Sit down."

I rolled my eyes and sat through a lecture about the revolutionary war. Being a senior in highschool, I should know better. But sorry not sorry.

The bell rang and everyone filed out of the room. I guilty stomped to Ms. Givens for detention.

No phones. No talking.

Two hours of torture.

"Alright students, detention is now over. Enjoy the rest of your day." Ms. Givens told us.

I hurriedly packed my homework into my bag and rushed to the door.

"Good Luck at practice (Y/N), easy on the foot now." Ms. Givens reminded.

She's my study hall director. I smiled at her and paced in a sprint all the way to the bus stop. From there I went to Mr. Brookstone's. I'm also late. Shoot. He's tough.

I hopped on a bus that traveled to the village that Mr. B lives. I grabbed my bag and ran to the public restroom. I changed into my gray t-shirt that hung loosely at my sides because of my width. I also slipped on my black gym shorts and I kept my converse on.

I rang the doorbell on Mr. B's door as soon as I was done changing. A smooth tune from his quartet. I hummed along and stopped when the door opened. The smell of tea filled the air.

"Marvelous. Come in, come in."

I entered his home and heard people talking. He led me into a room where five guys where standing around. I recognized them as Cole and the ninja.

"Let me see. Detention again?" Mr. B asked.

"You talked to Ms. Givens I'm guessing?"

"I talk to all the teachers of my students. Especially the extremely talented ones. But you (Y/N), you are something special. I can hear it in your voice. I can see it in your effort. I can feel it in your dance."

I walked over to the wall of photos as the ninja watched my every move and listened to Mr. B talk about my potential.

"My teachers don't like me very much." I mumbled.

"There is your one mistake. Your dance teachers LOVE you, the other teachers just want what is best for you. Arriving tardy almost everyday may not please one teacher, but arriving early pleases many. Keep that in mind. Now we are here for performance so please meet my friends and we can get started."

Cole walked up to me and looked me in the eye.

"Cole." I said nodding.

He smiled and leaned on my shoulder. The rest of the ninja came up and shook my hand.

"Lloyd."

"Kai."

"Zane."

"Jay."

"I'm (Y/N)."

"Great. Now we begin. First we can start with vocals. I've seen your dancing and bam! You're spectacular. But I have not heard your voice. Sing something. Actually. No. Sing your heart. No song. Just lyrics you make."

He wants an original song. Alright. Alright. Fine.

The moon-- stares to the sky
And the sky- it washes away
Just look around
Hear the sounds
Of the feet turning on stage

Oh but I-I
I can't do it alone
I'm here on this wood
Frozen in fear
Help me look
Help me turn
Help me believe in alert
Because now-owww
I need you now

Just look away
Feel the day
Feel the wind on your heart
And let your feet sway

I stopped because I ran out of lyrics in my head. Everyone was staring at me with their mouths dropped. Well except for Mr. B. He had a warm smile on his mouth.

"Ms. Lane, I haven't heard a voice like that in years. But your pitch was slightly high at the end. But still amazing."

I chuckled at his compliment sandwhich.

"Thanks Mr. B."

"Please, call me Lou."

"You sing like my mom did." Cole added.

"Is that a good thing?"

"My wife had the voice of an angel. You have a gift. Music is in your heart. Were your parents performers?"

I never liked to talk about my parents but I would now.

"Umm. I never knew my mom. But my dad was a vocalist. He used to tell me my mom was amazing but she died when I was three in a crash. My dad disappeared two years ago. Never saw him again."

"Don't feel bad. You're now a student of mine which makes you family. Look at these kids. They're family now."

I looked to the ninja and smiled. They all looked as if they were trying to solve a mystery. I checked my phone and looked at the time. 9:57.

"Shoot! I got to go. Thanks so much for the lesson and it was great meeting you all." I shouted.

I grabbed my duffel and bookbag and ran to the door.

"Try to get to class on time." Mr. B called out after me.

"I can try but probably won't suceed."

I ran out the door and into the center of the village. 

I waited for him to catch up and we both walked with fun conversation to (BF/N)'s. When we got there I pulled out my key and stopped infront of the door.

I gave Cole a hug.

"Thanks for walking me."

"No problem. See you later."

"Mhm." I said, nodding and disappearing inside the house.

No one's POV

You look at Cole and see a warm hearted boy. Cole looks at you and sees a talented virtuoso who needs help figuring life out. Will you let Cole in? In more ways then one, Cole wants you. And you want him. Relationships are the start of a future.