I don't dance to most things. I don't sing to most things. At least, I don't anymore. The only thing that I do still do is writing. It was the one thing that was strong enough to stand that horrible incident. The unspeakable incident that I will never speak of for as long as I shall live that ruined my dreams as a performer forever. But there is one guilty pleasure that I still have, one song that I secretly dance to whenever I'm alone.

"I guess it would be nice, if I could touch your body!" Yes, my guilty pleasure is an old 80's song. Now, why Ally Dawson would love such a song, you're asking. It was my mom's favorite song, and we used to dance all the time to it before she passed on. It's one of my fondest memories. And come on, it's a catchy tune…. Cause I gotta have faith, faith, faith!

So imagine my anger when I hear that Dez and Austin were calling my song boring. Yes, I said boring. Now, who doesn't love that song? I guess only those who truly do not understand genius, that's who! And with that thought, leads to this moment: The moment where my stage fright clashes with my will.

"Oh, it's not? Prove it." Oh, Austin's smirk is something I just want to smack off at times. I huff, and cross my arms.

"It doesn't need to be proven; many people dance and sing to it!" Austin's smirk grew.

"Oh, yeah? Like who?"

"Like me!" I exclaim in frustration, looking around to make sure I wasn't causing a scene. Austin raises an eyebrow.

"Oh, really? Because the Ally I know doesn't dance. In fact, she avoids it at almost all cost."

I glare at him. "Well your wrong." I grab my phone and flip through my songs until I found it. Once the music starts playing I lay it on a nearby table and grab his hand. "I'll prove it to you!"

Austin's look of astonishment is enough for me to continue dancing, grabbing both of his hands and dancing around our song writing room. For a moment, I forget where I am. I forget that I'm dancing with Austin, and not my mom. And for a moment, I even forget who I am supposed to be. I just dance and sing with all my heart.

Austin takes the lead as he elegantly leads me across the make-shift dance floor. I look up at his grin, his eyes sparkling with joy. I look away, and break away, remembering who and where I am. He gives me a confused look, when I walk over and turn off the music.

"The song was over." I say, without looking at him. I feel my cheeks heating up, as I begin to realize what I just did.

"The song has been over for a while, Ally. That's not why you pulled away." I feel his hand gently grab my arm, and turn me around. He studies my face for a while, before shaking his head. "Why are you so scared?"

"It's just… I mean… It's not who I am. Anyone could have guessed wrong about who I really was if they saw that." I answered. It was partially true, that side of me isn't who I am any longer. I break his gaze as I speak.

"No, it is. You were so happy, and something that makes you happy is who you're supposed to be! Ally, you need to let your light shine! If you be who you are 100 percent, then you can do anything."

I glance up again, to see Austin walking towards the door. He pauses at the door, and then speaks. "You are amazing. Maybe you should let people see that. Oh, and your song… it's not boring at all." I hear the smile in his voice as he closes the door, and realize that I'm smiling too.

I'm sure that one of these days he's going to change my mind. But until then, I have a song of my own to finish.