Hello ppl! My first fic here..sorry the action hasn’t started yet..wanted to build up my fic properly you know?yeah a1 will appear in the next chapter..in the mean time I hope u enjoy this chap and please comment on it so I can improve the fic!thankew..-deb aka Indigo Rays

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream.. I know you, the gleam in your eyes, it’s so familiar a gleam..”

“chassé, chasse, balance, balancé, and repeat 3 more times before running into your respective positions..is that clear..Britannia what do you think you are doing?!” barked my dance teacher from the front of the studio.

“wha-a-a…?” I mumbled in confusion before I crashed straight into my friend Clarissa.

“oh crap that hurt! Argh..Brit!” whined Clarissa who was now in a heap on the floor.

I cast her an apologetic look, before glancing up at my teacher. Whoa did she seem pissed off. Se marched straight up to me, her eyes red with fury, resembling burning coals.

“stop daydreaming! This is the last rehearsal and you still don’t know your position! You better shape up, before I kick you miserable butt out of LaSelle faster than you know it! You can’t be so sloppy Brit!” She turned and walked back to the front, muttering under her breath.

Sigh, that’s how life at LaSelle is like. LaSelle is a very distinguished dance school which specializes in ballet under the strict guidance of overly-uptight teachers. We were preparing for our performance at the annual culture festival for the ministers of the state the following day. We were polishing up our steps before I clumsily crashed into Clarissa. That was the second slip-up I had made that day, and my teacher Mrs Jean was not too pleased about it. Clarissa strode up and pat me gently on the back so as to not give me a fright, or I would scream and Mrs Jean would come scolding me again.

“Brit! You’d better concentrate. We only have about an hour left. What were you thinking about?

“actually it’s bout Ma-“I started.

“Mark? Say no more! Spare me!” she cried with her hands in the air, as if surrendering, and walked back to her starting position. Hey it’s not my fault, I thought, not my fault that Mark was so drop dead gorgeous that I thought about him 24/7.

We danced for another hour or so before heading home. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to waltz with Mark, how close our bodies would be together, how he’d have his strong, muscular arms round my waist, making me feel warm and secure, how he’d..”

“HONK HONK!!” A red pick-up zoomed past me.

“Watch where you are going!” shouted the driver before speeding off.

Gosh I almost got knocked down..if I get hurt, Mrs Jean will scold me, kill me, and then kick me out of LaSelle..*shudder*..and all because I was dreaming of Mark..oh no!but if I die, that means I’ll never ever get to meet Mark! Now that’s a horrid thought, I told myself as I hurried home.

The next day in school..

“Brit..Brit..Britannia…OEI!!” called out my friend Grace who sat diagonally behind me in my class, not that I heard her though.

“Mark Read,” I heard a whisper that immediately caught my attention. I spun around to see Grace and a couple of classmates laughing at me.

“Haha you really love Mark, eh Brit? Hehe..you respond to his name and not even your own!” giggled Grace, causing the others to crack up again. I blushed a light shade of pink-everybody knew about my infatuation with Mark, and were always taking the mick.

“Anyway Mrs Read, I was trying to tell you that I am helping out with the ushering for the concert tonight.” Said Grace,” and some singers who are in town for the MTV Awards may turn up!” I began to feel pretty excited. What if Mark sees me? Oh! And what if he comes backstage and gives me a rose..

“Brit! Snap out of it! I know what you’re thinking! You want a1 to be there, don’t you? But think about it, it’s a ballet performance, don’t think they’d be interested in this kinda thing,” Grace gently reminded me. Oh yeah..darn..

“But don’t worry. If a1 is there, I’ll let you know right away!” whispered Grace. I smirked and started listening to the teacher again.

After school…

“A whole new world, that’s where we’ll be. A thrilling chase, a wondrous place, for you and me..” I crooned as I listened to my Disney cd in the car on the way to the concert hall. My mum was giving me a lift there because the place was rather hard to find. Once again, only thoughts of Mark Daniel Read filled my mind. Aww..he’s sho schweet, loving Disney at his age of 25, he’s really a child at heart..he’d be so great with kids..i snapped out of my thoughts as we approached the building. I thanked my mum for the ride and hopped out of the car and made my way insiede. After doing my hair and make-up, I tied the ribbons of my ballet shoes firmly around my ankles and started on my warm ups when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I saw Clarissa with a rose between her teeth. She removed it, and mimicking Mark’s sexy accent, she said,” Would you like to dance?” I laughed and grabbed her and began fooling around, waltzing in no particular fashion, hyping ourselves up for the evening. Soon, the big moment arrived. We scrambled on stage, took our places, and slowly the curtain was raised, at I saw Grace standing in a corner giving me a thumbs-up. I smiled broadly as I heard the introduction of the song come on. The performance went smoothly as nobody made anybody made any visible slip-ups and the audience’s response was fantastic. WE were so proud that we managed to pull it off. Suddenly while everyone was changing, Grace banged open the stage door and ran towards me, shrieking at the top of her voice, “ A1 IS HERE!!ahhHH!!” I started screaming too, jumping up and down.

“Oh. My. Gosh. No way! Argh shit Grace are you sure?! Don’t lie ok! It’s not funny! If they are here, then Mark..ahh!” I started blabbering all over the place.

“Why would I lie to you? I even have Ben’s autograph!”

She flung her ticket in front of my face, and sure enough, Ben’s signature was on it!! I started exploding with joy as I grabbed my things and made my way out of the place. I ran down the steps leading to the driveway, taking 2 steps at a time. When I got to the bottom, I felt a pang of dismay. Because all I saw were posh cars with blacked out windows. I couldn’t see into any of them however hard I tried. I was beginning to cru in desperation when I heard a voice from behind me.

“Yeah mate, let’s head to Chinablack. The night is still young.” My mind froze. That voice was so darn familiar. You know why? Because it belonged to Paul Marazzi. I whipped around as fast as I could but it was too late. I saw Paul’s spikes(ok so I used his old hairstyle..hehe-deb) glide behind the car door, and the car drove off before I could even register the car license plate number.

My hopes were like that little itsy bitsy spider..they climbed up the water spout only to be washed away by the rain..