Sweat poured down Arthur's displeased face as he watched his final position land in the wall of mirrors surrounding him. It's still not quite right. This position isn't landing the way I want it to he thought as the final notes of Mr. Saxobeat faded from the speakers. He rushed over to pause his iPod before the next song could begin and cause his brain to start choreographing yet another piece when the one that he was currently working on was so far from perfect. Arthur was an extreme perfectionist and as much as it was strength, it was also his most crippling weakness. He pushed himself so hard to be perfect that it became an obsession that drove away partners, friends, and family almost as soon as they set foot in his studio.

Maybe I should take a break to think this through. I mean I'm choreographing for two people when I can't get anyone to come in and audition, thanks to my fucking horrible reputation in the dance world he mused wiping the sweat from his bushy eyebrows and draping the sweat soaked towel across his somewhat sore shoulders.

He picked up his water bottle with one hand and took off his Union Jack bandanna that held the sweat from back falling into his overly determined green eyes. He tossed the bandanna into the corner and heard a moist smack against the floor. He sighed "3.5 hours of nonstop practicing and still absolutely nothing to show for it. FUCK!" he yelled in frustration and flopped down on the marley.

He took a drink from his water bottle before beginning to stretch himself out in order to start his routine once again. Perhaps I should consider changing this piece to a solo. I highly doubt that if someone hasn't come in by now they will come in in time to perfect the routine for competition. I'll give it one more day, and then I'm changing if no one shows up he thought rising from the floor and walking over to restart his music and rush back to the middle of the floor as the song began once again.

As the music began Arthur closed his eyes and entered the world where nothing but the music could reach him. He opened his eyes and began to let his hips move to the opening of the song. First side to side, then circle in a way that arched his spine and stuck his chest out.

You make me dance

Brings me up

Brings me down

Plays it sweet

Makes me move like a freak

Mr. Saxobeat

His muscles slowly loosened then suddenly tightened as he moved his legs and arms in the same motions that he had done at least 15 times that day. Legs swing opening his body; arms were thrown over his head as he arched his spine pushing his pelvis forward. As this phase repeated Arthur once again began musing and let his muscle memory do all the work. All of this needs to be perfect. And for that to happen I need a partner that can match my pace and intensity. The reason those other guys didn't last was because they couldn't keep up, which is something I cannot allow.

Oh oh oh oh eh yeah eh

Hm yeah eh hmhmhm yeah eh

Oh oh eh hm yeah eh

Hm yeah eh hmhmhm yeah eh

Right here I would have a partner enter so we could make this a real push and pull situation. How could I adapt this so that it works for just me without having to change the entire focus of this dance? Please let someone come in for this audition. It's all I really need to get it perfect…from my end at least

Hey sexy boy, set me free

Don't be so shy, play with me

My dirty boy, can't you see

That you belong next to me

Hey sexy boy, set me free

Don't be so shy, play with me

My dirty boy, can't you see

My dirty boy, can't you see

You are the one I need

Arthur began his half of the choreography by pulling away from an imaginary partner and being spun back into their grasp. He looked over his shoulder into where he assumed his partner's eyes would be and had his left hand resting on his right hip where his partner would have a hold on him as they swayed their hips together. He then stepped behind his imaginary partner to swing himself around the other side of his partner's body and swinging his left leg up onto a waiting forearm at the knee and extending it slowly.

You make me dance

Bring me up

Bring me down

Play it sweet

Make me move like a freak

Mr. Saxobeat

As Arthur kept moving, changing pace, stretching and contracting his body, he thought about all of the partners that he could have performed this particular dance with, who would have fit it the best, why they left when he began to go into over-perfectionist mode while dancing.

I'll find someone a thousand times better than all of them and show them that I can have someone make it through more than one competition with me. Even if I don't I can be better that all of those wankers all on my own. But having a new partner would really help me stick it to them. But it's not like quality partner just drop out of nowhere he thought as finished his dance and looked into the mirror.

Over head the ceiling creaked as if unable to continue to support some weight that had no business being up that high in the first place. As Arthur rose from his final position there was a thunderous crash behind him as a shirtless male body came crashing down to Earth causing Arthur to have a small heart attack.

"Ow" a voice said coming from the body now on the studio floor.

Arthur slowly walked over while checking that he could quickly get to an exit or a makeshift weapon. Upon hearing Arthur's approach the man lifted his head and revealed the brightest baby blue eyes Arthur had ever seen.

"Um…hey, I'm here for the audition" said the man with an awkward smile. He pushed himself up off of the floor and the first thing Arthur noticed the rippling back muscle that made his mouth water just watching them flex and roll as he rose. Next were the well-muscled pectoral and washboard abs under golden tanned skin.

Once Arthur managed to tear his eyes away from the expanse of tanned skin and muscles presented to him by the man from above due the stranger's lack of a shirt, his eyes traveled up to meet a bright white smile under a straight nose that supported the center of a thin pair of glasses covering those astoundingly blue eyes and a head of honey blond hair with a renegade cowlick.

Is this the answer to my prayers? Arthur thought while still staring at the stranger.

"Um …dude? You okay? I didn't mean to scare you or anything" the stranger said looking at Arthur with concern.

Arthur blinked rapidly after being called back from his staring and musings. "Huh?" Arthur looked at the face of the stranger with confusion.

"I'm here for the audition" the blond stranger stated once again.

Arthur stared at him wide eyed, then shifted into his trademarked glares and yelled "Why the bloody fuck were you on the ceiling then?!" his accent now even more pronounced.

"Woah dude calm down. Glad to know the rumors about your foul mouth and temper are true" the man laughed.

Arthur rolled his eyes "Who the hell are you anyway? I assume you are a dancer since you have heard rumors about me. Not all of which are true I might add."

The man laughed loudly "Funny way of proving it. Anyway, yes I am a dancer. My name is Alfred F. Jones." He said flashing another bright white smile.


A/N: Hi there. So this is my first fic ever, please be gentle. I'd also like to note that each chapter of this story is based off of a song. This chapter comes to you from the song Mr. Saxobeat. I give all credit for the music to the song writers, producers, and artists. Nothing here belongs to me but this story and the choreography presented. Thank you!