Prologue:

Race POV:

Deep breaths, I had to remind myself. In. Out. In . Out.

I had done this routine a thousand times, I could probably even do it in my sleep. The act before me finished, a redhead doing a jazz routine. He struck the final pose before walking offstage. I watched him for just enough time to notice how natural he looks on stage, and I came to the conclusion that he has probably been dancing for a long time.

I feel strong arms wrap around my waist and I turn around to see Spot Conlon standing right behind me. I lean in and kiss him, but he pulls away.

"Next up," The announcer dude says, "Antonio Higgins, with a lyrical dance to She Used To Be Mine, from the musical Waitress."

I start walking on stage, then I hear Spot say "Good luck, babe." I turn around and smile, then finish the walk to stage.

Albert POV:

I finish my dance and walk offstage. I hear that the person after me is dancing to one of my favorite songs, don't tell anyone but I'm a secret sucker for musical theatre, so I stick around to watch. It was one of the most beautiful dances I have ever seen, and I have no doubt that it will win. The way the dancer, and blonde haired blue eyed boy, moves like the music is the only thing that exists and like he's the only person in the world, it is truly amazing.

The dance ends, so I turn around to go back to my teams dressing room. I get stopped with a hand on my shoulder, and an unfamiliar voice saying "Wait!'

I turn around to see that it was the blue eyed boy that was just dancing.

"Hi," I say.

"Hi," He returns the greeting. "I'm Antonio, but most people just call me Race."

"Hi Race, I'm Albert."

"Okay, Albert," Race says, wiggling his eyebrows in a funny way, "I couldn't help but notice you when you danced, you looked so natural on the stage, it truly was breathtaking."

"Thank you," I say, "But I could say the same about you."

"Albert," I hear my best friend Kath's voice yell, "We need you back in the dressing room pronto."

"That's your cue then," Race smiles, "Bye."

As I walk away there is a smile as big and bright as the sun plastered on my face.

Race POV:

I walked back to the team's (Brooklyn Dance Central) dressing room, and immediately noticed Spot laughing with Elmer. I walked over to where my boyfriend was sitting, and promptly sat down next to him before leaning in for a kiss, this time getting one in return. Elmer looked uncomfortable, and I started to laugh.

"It's okay Elmer, one day we'll find someone of your own, and one of us can be all third wheely." I joked. Spot and Elmer laughed.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen," The head of BDC called out, "Time to get down to that stage for awards."

We all cheered and started parading out of the room and onto the stage.

"Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen," Announcer dude talks again, "Please be quiet and listen while we announce and hand out rewards."

He goes through the list of awards, my team got second place in overall group dance, the team that Albert was on won.

"And now for boys solo's age sixteen and up." I sucked in a breath, this was my category. I felt a kiss being pressed to my cheek, Spot, he had a duet with Elmer, which they won, so he wasn't worried about winning this category, but I was. I was paying more attention to Spot than the announcer, so when I heard a cheer and saw someone from another studio get up and accept the third place award I got sucked back into reality.

Albert POV:

I looked over at Race, hoping for him to win, just in time to see another boy wrap his arms around his waist and kiss him lightly on the cheek. Then the crowd cheered and a person from another studio stood up and accept the award.

"And now for second place in boys sixteen and up solos." The suspense was killing me. "Number 52, Albert DaSilva." That was me, I actually placed.

I stood up and accepted the award standing next to the person who got second.

"And the moment all you sixteen year old boys have been waiting for! Drumroll please." The dancers drummed their hands on the stage, "Number 53, Antonio Higgins!" Yay! Race won, he deserved it.

I watched him stand up, smiling, god what a smile. ALBERT, NO! he has a boyfriend! He came and took his place next to me for a bow.

"Good job!" I told him, "You really did deserve it."

"Thanks, you too."

With that we walked off to our separate teams to celebrate victory. I thought it would be the first and last time I ever saw him