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"Andy, I don't say this very often, but now I have to admit, WOW!" said Blake right after she stopped dancing. "You are doing a very, very good job lately!"

"Thanks, Blake!" thought the girl was tired she couldn't help smiling.

"And your performance the other week was just outstanding! I received a phone call from the Royal Ballet!"

Las week Andy was taking part in the Baltimore Talent Show with a solo dance, a mixture of hip-hop and contemporary – actually, more contemporary – and won the first prize.

Blake was more than proud of his student. About one year ago his brother Chase convinced him to give a young street dancer Andrea West a chance to learn at the Maryland School of the Arts. At first Blake was regretting like hell and expelled her, but after certain occasion he took Andy back and since then never regretted again. He couldn't have been more proud. Miss Andrea West was the most extraordinary talented dancer in the State. Whatever competition she entered she won. And so did the Maryland School of the Arts with her. And that was so-Blake Collins – to benefit in every way.

"No way!" Andy gasped.

"Yes! They saw you on TV!"

"Just don't tell me they offer me a place? That would be too much!"

"Not yet, but they assured me you have big future! But I knew that all along." Director Collins was beaming.

"Well, if we are done for today, I'll go!" Andy took her bag and pulled out a towel.

"Yeah, go… wait, have you seen Chase today?" Blake frowned.

"Chase? Why?"

"He didn't show up in class!" Blake didn't even want to hide his anger. "Anyway, when you see him, tell him to come see me!"

"Okay! See you, Blake!"

Andy was heading home. She did not need any transport to get there, it was 10 minutes away from the school.

More than half a year ago she and Chase started to live together. Sarah didn't mind. She saw Dee improving and saw all her hard work, so she had to admit that an apartment closer to her school would be a lot more handy. Neither did she protest against living with Chase. There was definitely much more than just an average crush between the two of them and Sarah decided not to stand in the way.

"Babe, are you here?" Andy asked loudly as she opened the door. No answer.

Where the hell are you?

After taking a shower Andy felt hungry but decided that having a proper dinner without her boyfriend would be silly and sad. Like an old wife waiting for her husband to come home from work. So she quickly made herself a salad and a fresh orange juice. Yep, people change! I wouldn't even look at this stuff last year.

That was true – Andy West changed. There was no longer fast-food-loving-and-all-the-time-sweatpants-wearing one of the boys. She was still wearing sport styled outfits, only now it was more R'n'B than Hip-Hop. Her hair was now much longer and make-up was a part of her everyday routine. Andy herself couldn't tell when this whole thing started, but she loved the new her. And so did her male schoolmates.

Not that she cared about any of them. She had Chase and that was all that mattered.

But where on Earth is Chase?

She send him a text and waited about an hour with her phone in her hands, but he didn't answer.

It was almost 11 pm when the front door opened and Chase came in stepping quietly. Andy was asleep in the sofa in front of the TV but his steps woke her up.

"Hey! I'm over here!" she called.

"Hey babe! Why aren't you sleeping?" he asked kissing her softly.

"Like I can sleep without you around! Where have you been?" Dee was close to fury.

"Hey, what's the tone? I was just out!" Chase rose both hands, defensive.

"I was worried about you!" Dee went on. "I texted you!"

"Oh, really?" the boy seemed really surprised. "Oops, haven't checked it for a while, sorry! I didn't mean it, babe!"

"Lame excuse!"

"What do you want?" Chase was starting to lose his temper.

"To know where you've been!" Andy wasn't going to give up.

"I'm home, I'm fine and safe, what else do you need? Stop playing Blake!" he was almost shouting.

"But…" Andy was surprised. She has never seen him getting that angry that fast before..

"What? You want to take control of me? Then go ahead and spy, 'cause I won't tell you!" after saying that Chase turned around and went upstairs leaving Andy in shock.

Half an hour later she opened the bedroom door. Chase was lying on the bed.

"Chase, are you sleeping?" she whispered.

"No." he turned on the light at his side of the room.

"Hey, I just wanted to say I'm sorry," she sat on the edge of the bed. "I shouldn't have started this."

"It's okay," he turned to her. "It's my fault either. I should have called you."

"Yeah, I was worried. Thank God I didn't call Blake!" she laughed.

"Yeah, you two seem very close lately!" Chase's face expression was hard to read.

"Well, he helps me a lot… still…" she started carefully, "will you tell me where you have been?"

"Let's talk about this later, ok? I'm exhausted!" Chase pulled Andy closer to him. She sighed quietly but didn't say anything.

"Hey, Moose!" Moose was the first one who they saw the next morning.

"Oh, hey guys! What's up? Where have you been yesterday, Chase? Your brother was looking for you!"

"Oh, right! He wanted to talk to you! You better go!" Andy seemed worried.

"The day couldn't have started better!" Chase rolled his eyes. "See you later!"

"Yeah, bye!"

"So, Dee, how does it feel to be 'the one'?" Moose asked a bit sarcastically.

"What d'u mean?"

"Well, you are Director's favorite!"

"Oh, come one! I'm just dancing!" she rolled her eyes.

"Yep, and winning one contest after another!"

"Is that bad?" Andy rose one eyebrow.

"Now, it's just… we don't see each other often! I mean, the crew…" he frowned a little.

"Well, yeah, but… Cable and Fly graduated and they don't dance anymore… Missy has moved to Miami… and we don't have much time either! We're seniors, remember?" Andy missed them too, especially Missy, but she wasn't going to let this stand on her way. "I have to go! See you later?"

"Yeah, sure!"

"So, what did Blake say?" Dee asked later when she and Chase were heading to their table.

They were sitting with Moose and Sophie since the beginning of this school year. Moose and Sophie, by the way, were still dating. Sometimes Kiddo, Hair, Monster or Smiles joined them. But that didn't occur for a while.

"Nothing interesting!" Chase sat at his usual seat in front of Moose and dropped his bag on the floor beside him. "That I have to rehearse more and everything."

"Well, actually, you could use more practice…" Andy started carefully.

"Oh, please, not you too!"

"Okay, let's change the subject!" Dee agreed. And they spent the rest of the lunch discussing the MSA news.

"So, MSA after hours, ha?" asked Chase when school day was over. But his eyes weren't as cheerful as his voice.

"Yeah, sure! Join me?" Andy's mood was up, as it has always been before the rehearsal.

"Do you remember that these words used to mean something different?" the boy asked unexpectedly.

"Excuse me?" Dee was puzzled.

"Well, do you remember anything?" Chase was looking straight into her eyes, examining.

"You lost me," Andy had to admit.

"Well, maybe we both lost each other," he whispered. "No, I'm not coming! See you home!" the boy said louder.

"Will you be late again?" Andy became tense.

"Hope not! Have fun!" Chase kissed her swiftly and headed towards their apartments. His car was there on the parking lot.

"Yeah, you too," Dee murmured to herself.

This time Andy stayed at school longer than usual and got home al about 10 pm. Chase wasn't there.

She immediately took her phone and called him. He wasn't answering for a while and only when she was about to abort the call he answered.

"Chase, where are you?" Andy could barely hear him. He was in some place with loud music. A party?

"Andy, I can't hear you! I'm fine, I'll be home later! Sweet dreams!"

Sweet dreams? Is he kidding?

"Chase! Chase when…"

"Bye, Andy! See you tomorrow!" and he was off.

"Chase! Wait, Chase! Damn!!"

Is he at the party? What's been going on? Everything's been perfect until couple of days… maybe… no, it is impossible… he can't be in love with someone else… but what if?.. no, that's ridiculous!

Then came anger.

Oh perfect! He says he'll be fine? Great! I'll go to sleep! And I'll see what he tells me tomorrow!

But Andy's plans didn't come true. When she woke up she saw Chase lying nearby. Without saying a thing she took shower, got dressed and went to school. She wasn't hungry.

"Andy! There you are!" Blake Collins met her in the hall. "I was about to call you!"

"What's up?"

"A contest. No, I would say THE contest." Blake looked a bit crazy. His eyes were glittering and his voice wasn't even. "In two days. In Los-Angeles. And you are in!"

"What?" despite all her dark thoughts Dee was excited. "This can't be…"

"Yes it is!" Director was beaming. "The Marti Donaldson Dance Contest!"

"No way," Andy whispered. "But how?.."

"The last contest you won brought you in! We are going in two days! "

"But I can't go with my old routine!"

"That's why we'll make a new one! Today and tomorrow you will only rehearse, no other classes. Got it?"

"Absolutely! I have to win!"

"I like the attitude! Let's go!"

And the rehearsal started. Neither Blake nor Andy wanted her solo to fail so they worked without any breaks. The only time she could relax was lunch time. Dee took some food and went to their table. Sophie and Moose were sitting there, no trace of Chase.

The whole school was now aware of the contest and of course no one doubted that Andy will be the one taking the part.

"Hey!" Andy was tired but wasn't going to give up. Her dance should be perfect!

"Hey there, Star!" Moose greeted her.

"What?" Dee choked with coughing.

"Careful! If you die, who's gonna stand for our school in this dangerous battle called "The Marti Donaldson Dance Contest"?"

"What the hell are you saying, Moose?"

"Oh come on, Dee! Don't act like now it's not obvious?"

"Sophie, what the heck are you trying to tell me?" Andy was at the brink.

"Calm down! It's just that you are now the school's brand new star!"

"Is that bad?"

"Is that what you wanted?"

"Moose, I can't get you! You are my friend and now, when I can do something really big, you are saying something so hideous, I can't even understand! See you!" she stood up swiftly and almost ran to the school building.

"Andy!"

"Let her go, Moose!" Sophie said calmly.

"So, Chase was right?" asked Moose.

"When he said she's changed?"

"Yeah."

"Well, we've all changed. I mean, last year I would freak if I knew that someone else is sent to that contest," she smiled. "You've changed… Chase's changed… it's just…"

"What?"

"Well… they seemed to have changed in different directions."

Andy couldn't feel her body when she got home. She was so tired like she never thought she could possibly be.

Chase wasn't home. And she hasn't seen hem in school either.

Dee reached for her phone in a weak attempt to call him but then gave up. She was too tired to wait for him answer, to listen to whatever he will tell her… she threw the phone on the sofa and went upstairs.

She fell asleep swiftly and couldn't hear her phone buzzing.

Andy spent the next day in studio too and at 9 pm she finally headed home. Dee needed to pack her stuff, she and Blake will go to LA tomorrow morning.

"Oh, you're home, what a surprise!" she greeted Chase.

"Hi," Chase's answer was brief.

"What, no parties today?" the girl knew that she was saying something wrong but she couldn't help it.

"You don't know anything."

"Yeah, right, because you wouldn't tell me!"

"When would I find time for that if you are always in school?" Chase wasn't shouting, but his calm voice somehow was still sounding threatening.

"Yes, trying to do my best to graduate with best possible marks!"

"Is that what matters to you?"

"Well, Mr. Rich Boy, not everyone gets a head-start in life!"

"Oh, so now it's my fault…" he was interrupted by Andy's phone.

"Yes… oh, hi, Blake!"

"Oh, sure!" Chase rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen.

"Yes, Blake, I'm almost ready and I'll go to sleep soon… aha… right! See you tomorrow!"

"Finished?" Chase came back.

"Yes… listen, Chase…"

"Wait, Andy…" he took a deep breath. "I don't want to seem rude, but I'm glad you're leaving. I guess we both need some time to think and figure out… our… well… aims. When will you come back?"

"In four days," Andy could hardly speak.

"So, in four days we'll have our answers. Good night! I'll sleep in a free room."

Dee couldn't answer back.

I did it! I did it! I won! I won!

These words were spinning in Andy's mind when she was opening the front door of her house. The lights were on, Chase was home and Andy's mood was flying somewhere near the Sun. She did it! She won the most important dance contest in the USA. She proved that there is no one who can beat her. She was happy.

"Chase!! I won!" she yelled as she stepped in the house.

"I know. The school is celebrating. Congratulations." His voice was even.

"You don't seem very happy."

"I am happy. If that is what you want…"

"Can't you get it?" Dee interrupted him. "This award will bring our school to the next level! It is the best present a student can ever give to the school! It will benefit us in so many ways!"

"Do you even hear yourself?" Chases voice went on. "You sound exactly like Blake! Haven't you noticed that he brainwashed you?"

"We just talked about it and…"

"Stop in, Andy! It's obvious that you have changed."

"But…"

"Look at yourself! That hair, make-up…"

"I thought you liked it!"

"It's not about that! It's you! You are different! You are not that Andy West, a street dancer, I fell in love with!"

"You mean you don't…" started Andy.

"I don't know." Chase breathed in. "All I know is that now you are different and I can't deal with that. I'm sorry."

"For what?" asked Andy weakly.

"I'm leaving."

"What?! No, Chase, you can't!"

"I must. I'm sorry." He repeated.

"Do you… do you have another girl?"

"What?" Chase raised his eyebrows.

"Another girl? Is that where you've been going lately?"

"There is no another girl," he smirked. "And about where I've been going… I was dancing!"

"Dancing?"

"Yes. At the Streets. One cool crew is now in town… The Kings… and they offered me a place. They travel through the States and battle… so I've decided to join them. "

"The Kings? The MSA crew sounded cooler…" Andy smiled weakly.

"There is no more MSA crew… we all chose our ways and I chose mine!"

"Wait! But what about school? We are graduating in months, remember?"

"Again! You are talking about school again, like it is all that matters! Well," he looked at the award in Andy's open bag. Silver Globe. He took it, "Apparently, it's all that matters to you. Good luck in chasing your dream! And I'll go chase mine!"

He put the globe into Andy's almost shaking hands, took his bag and went out.

Another POV:

The girl on stage was beautiful. I've never seen anyone dance like that before. She was sliding and flipping and floating… she was perfect. Almost like my Mom.

My Mother died two years ago when I was fifteen. She was a very popular dancer and had her own ballet; they were performing on every major stage in the world. That night she was hurrying to another showcase and she asked her driver to go faster. It was a car crash. My Mom died.

And part of me died with her.

Dancing has been a part of my life since I don't know when. That's kind of obvious in Marissa Bennet's house. All my Mom's colleagues and family friends were visiting us every day, it felt like big noisy and happy family obsessed with art and especially dance. My Dad adored my Mom and she adored him back. I have never seen something like this before. I was living in the happiest family of all.

And than it all has changed.

It was like my Dad died with my Mom. I've never seen him smiling since then like business has become his life now. Happiness has abandoned our house like a sinking ship. No more music, no more guests, no more celebrations… and no more dance.

I was still watching this girl dance. To me she seemed the happiest creature of all. She could dance and she was allowed to dance.

"Thank you! This was Miss Andrea West, Maryland School of the Arts, Baltimore, Maryland! And next…"

I wasn't paying attention anymore.

"Maryland School of the Arts… well… Gabriel! Are you okay? Snap out of it!"

"What? You wanted anything, Dad?" I went back to reality.

"Yes! I want you to listen to me when I speak!" he was starting to get angry. He was getting angry very fast for the last two years.

"Dad I…"

"Wait here! I need to talk to one person. I'll be back in a minute! Understood?"

"Dad, I'm not a little boy and…" I tried to stay calm.

"Understood?" he repeated.

"Yes Dad!" I preferred to shut up.

"Good."

As my Dad was heading backstage I was thinking about that girl. Andrea West. Well, I could go backstage freely because Dad was sponsoring this contest and all staff members new I'm his son. But what will I tell her? "Hi, you dance great and remind me of my mom? Besides, my Dad pays for this whole stuff… would you want to go out with me tonight?" Stupid. Or "oh, I love dancing too but my Dad forbids me so I have to dance in the bathroom with my I-Pod"? Lame.

"Gabriel! What's wrong with you again?" my Dad was back. Apparently for a while: and I didn't notice. Great. He'll freak out again.

"I'm fine, what's wrong?"

"Do you remember Blake Collins?"

"Who?" I really didn't.

"Well, he knew your… Mom…"

It was still hard for both of us.

"Ah…"

"He is the director of that school… Maryland School of the Arts. So I asked him…"

"About what?" I was puzzled.

"Do not interrupt me!" his voice went on.

"Sorry. So?"

"Starting Monday you will be attending that school."

"What?" I almost shouted. God was that the happiest news!

"Yes! You will be in Drama Department there!"

"In… what? Drama?" What the hell?

"It made me happy though I hadn't succeed. Now it's your time!"

If I didn't know my Dad I'd thought he's beaming.

Well, of course I knew this story. He was dreaming of being an actor and auditioned for one show. Dancers were auditioning there as well and Mom was one of them. Mom got in, Dad didn't. But he says that was the happiest day of his life though his dream never came true.

So now he wanted me to fulfill his dream. Great. I hate acting! I'm a screw actor! Why the hell should I do what he wants?

"And the award goes to Andrea West, Maryland School of the Arts!"

Okay. Let's summarize my day. I'm going to study Drama. That is a minus. I'm going to Maryland School of the Arts. That is a plus.

So? What do you think? Should I go on? Please rewiew!