You were the best. This competition was going to prove it.
For years you were convinced you were the best ballet dancer around, but then she showed up. With her perfect flippy hair and her perfect painted nails and her perfect pirouettes and leaps. God she made your blood boil!
But this competition would settle it. Every dancer in the east of Japan was competing and when you heard that that snubby bitch of a dancer was competing well , how could you not be tempted?
There was only one problem . Each performer need to compose a 3 minuet dance to a piece of classical music.
Shame you knew absolutely zip about classical music.
"Oi, (y/n)-chan are you daydreaming again?" The voice of the teacher suddenly suddenly brought you back to earth. "Class is over , go home!"
You didn't need to be told twice. Grabbing your bag you raced down to the dance theatre and began changing.
It was an old building with peeling white walls that clashed harshly with the paled acidic lights. Sure it was cold , and the top two windows in the changing room had been lazily boarded up with cheap plywood. But it was the perfect place to practice.
Sure you knew nothing about classical music , but that's why you'd asked Akira to help you out. He was something like the second best piano player in the school. If anyone could find you a classical piece to dance to , It'd be him!
Entering the dance hall , your eyes fell on the empty piano stool. "Akira-kun?" You paced toward the piano , only to notice a note had been left ontop of the paino.
"Dear (y/n)-chan ,
Sorry I can't help you with your piece. Turns out there's another dancer in the school who is completely stuck about what to do and well . . . She looked really upset and flustered, Don't worry , I'm sure you can find someone else to help you.
Akira."
That bastard!That Bitch!
There was no doubt in your mind that SHE had found out you were planning on using him to help you with your dance and pulled out her biggest puppy eyes and persuaded Akira to help her instead of you.
You could feel a tantrum brewing inside of you. You felt ready to punch something . . . Or someone !
"DAMMIT!" You yelled , as you chose to abuse the near by piano. "
Where the hell were you gonna find a pianist on such short notice?
