Being on stage is both the most exhilarating and terrifying feeling everyone at one point face; whether you're acting, singing, dancing, or possibly all three. Mixing all of those quality in one dramatic cauldron and you get a new home for all artistic form to take place and tied them all together.

Theater.

"Hiccup!" A strong Scottish accent called out a tall brunette who was texting his friend, something about an after school project happening in their biology class. Said boy who goes by Hiccup look up from his screen to get a light smack behind the head. "Is the stage mopped?"

"I...haven't gotten to that." He rubbed the back of his head as he glared at his boss, Gobber.

"Come on lad! You know we got audition tomorrow morning." Gobber swing his arms in huge gesture, always exaggerating thing to a ridiculous extent. That's what happen when you work at a theater for ten years with past actors and composers.

"On it…" Hiccup send one last text before making his way to the janitor closet. Finally grabbed a flat broom and a head replacement for later use of the nifty Sweeper, and he slowly walk over to the backstage, leading to the main stage, and begin cleaning.

After a few laps around the stage. He look at the spacious auditorium always having his eyes shine with longing for a moment on the stage. The many rows of red velvet chairs place over the matching red carpet, a couple of viewing roofs above the first floor rows. He stacked his hands on top of each other along with placing them on the tip of the broom, lowering his chin on the back of his hands the imagination and dreams took over his mind.

The crowd filled the silence by giving the tall boy a standing ovation, all coming from family and friends along with new theater peers. Whistling, cheering, and applause all in the name of Hiccup Haddock The Third, the talented boy who stole the show with an incredible solo. He could imagine his father smiling proud of the boy who grown into an artistic man. Hiccup smiling as wide as the crowd's approvement he's receiving, Maybe more wider for the hard work and motivation that got to where he has been wanting to be all these years.

Ever since his late mother took him to the theater to see a musical called Finding Neverland, listening to their most powerful song Stronger. He been hell on bent auditioning for any parts that could lead him to his conquest. But alas, he couldn't make the qualifications due to his uncoordinated feet, mainly his prosthetic replacing his left leg was never meant to handle any type of choreography.

A sigh escape his lips for all he can do is dream for his desired career to take off, much like his fleeting thoughts.

"You done with the broom, Hiccup?" Gobber check up on his favorite employee. The moment he easily see the longing look the brunette, the middle-aged blond couldn't help but pity the boy. Collecting himself, Gobber approach Hiccup and place a hand on his shoulder.

"I know how bad you want to become a part of the theater… But you just… don't have the skills, yet."

"I know that… it's not like it took me after fifteen auditions to take a hint."

"At least you got me. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be able to get free access at every shows this theater hosted for many years." Gobber belt out a laugh. By the time he slowly stop, Hiccup did revealed a genuine smile underneath his earlier sadness.

"Thanks Gobber."

"Well then!" The older male straighten his height, or at least try to, and gave the brunette a smack on his back that almost send the scrawny guy falling toward. "I better go check if there's anyone is out at the door."

"Alright."

They both shared a happy moment of appreciation for one another. Before Gobber was a couple of feet from the entrance, Hiccup stopped him with a shout.

"What show is coming to the theater?!" In which he regretted asking, for the one-word answer practically broke his heart.

By the time Hiccup came home. A huge black furred Cane Corso dog, ran and pounce on his best friend, happily licking his face.

"Good to see you too, Toothless." He happily give the black canine a scratch behind the ear. After a few moments, he was finally able to get up and look around the house to see if his father have return home as well. Look like the tall built man hasn't come home yet. Then again the teen should have notice that the other car wasn't in the driveway.

That small happiness quickly died down as he walk over to couch in the living and crash down on his back. A sigh leaving his lips again what seem to be the umpteenth time. Toothless quickly notice his owner change in mood. The three-legged friend slowly approach Hiccup, sit up straight very closely to the couch, and lean his head forward to have his nose touch his owner's own.

"I'm fine." Hiccup appreciates his best friend's concern for him. "I just got news that the theater is premiering Newsies. It's great, because it's one of my favorite musicals of all time… I just won't be part...of it." On one hand, he's happy for his job granted him free access in seeing the show, but on the other hand he knows how complicated and excruciating the choreography are in that show. It couldn't be helped, he sucks at dancing and slip up after the fourth step in anything. Even so, it sucks. Newsies made an impact in his life thanks to its story, the rebellious music, and the message that speak of generation differences.

What would he give to be a part of something that influenced him so much to get into the theater

'Someday, I gonna be on that stage.'