Hello viewer! You obviously took pity on me to read this story just to see how bad it's going to be and then critcize me because you're a bitch like that but I say HATH AT THEE! Well. . . not to harsh okay? Take pity on me TT^TT! Okay okay okay so let's talk. As you know Shake It Up is a pretty popular show on Disney Channel. Even I, a sixteen year old girl, am in love with it. I love Cece, Rocky, Flynn, not Deuce thtat much but most of all. . .I love Ty! ;] He's duh Sexay! I can't even think naughty thoughts about him because he's so cute~ WHY? D: -thinks about Ty shirtless- Oh! There's a naughty thought! :]

Well anyway enough of my rambling. So this story is basically TyXOc but you won't see it until a few chapters later. I'm still trying to understand the characters better so that they don't sound too Oc-ish but I'm sorry if they do. I haven't watched all the current episodes yet! :[ Gosh darnit a new one doesn't come on until freaking February! DX Disney you suck! The fact that this might be the LAST show you'll ever get me into and you MAKE ME WAIT? DARN YOU! D: But still I hope you guys like my story and will stick through with it until the end since they're aren't many stories for Shake It Up but with 6 million viewers I'm sure it'll go up faster. XD

Oh! One more think. . .let's PRETEND that date between Ty and Tinka NEVER happened. :] lol jkjk I might have it cause drama later depending on how this story goes.

Well I think you've waited long enough so I present to you -drum roll- My first EVER fanfic! :D -plays Shake It Up Theme Song and dances like a mad black woman-

P.S. You'll see [Music Break] sometimes. If you don't know what I mean then I'll try explaining. When watching a scene on Shake It Up once that scene is over they usually have these 5 second Music Break where you hear a part of the theme song play while pictures of different places pop up before they start up the next scene which will most likely be in a different place. Hope this helps :[ Otherwise I'll show you with links~! :D

"Alright, now give a round of applause for our Spotlight dancer today. . .RAZOR!" Gary Wilde announced as the light went black and the spotlight hit the dance floor. Suddenly the music "Roll The Dice" began to pulsate through the speakers and Razor stepped out into spotlight. She was a dark skinned girl wearing knee-hi converse shoes with just the top of her of her blue knee-hi socks, that she wore underneath them, showing. Her outfit included dark blue short sweat shorts, with a baby blue lining, as well as a black tank top and a denim jacket that was cuffed just above her elbow. On her hands she wore fingerless sleeves that came up pass her wrists, which seemed to have a good number of safety pins on them just for show. As for her hair, there was a big bang over her right eye swept to the side with dark blue tips while the rest was black. It seemed as if the hair from the back, which stopped just below her shoulders, seemed to give off the effect that it was longer than those in the front. As the song continued to play, Razor danced to the beat showing off all that she had to offer. She performed a series of chest pops, spins, twists, and a few robot moves here and there. When the song finally came to an end, she posed with her hands raised above her head and her feet shoulder width, her right leg slightly bent on an angle.

"Wow! Great performance Ray", Gary praised while facing the camera, "Well folks Shake It Up Chicago is gonna take a quick break but we'll be back with more! So stay tuned!"

"Annnddd we're out!" the director announced.

"WOO! I could really go for a donut." Gary said to himself aloud before turning to face Razor who was just jumping off the platform. He held out his hand above eye level while he gave her a kind word. "Hey Ray-ZOR! You gave a great performance out there today. You go Girl!"

"Haha thanks man!" Razor replied holding her hand out at eye level as well to high-five the donut-craving host. Their hands met up in a quick slap before Gary excused himself to search for donuts. Razor quietly laughed at the impractical host while two girls, that she hadn't noticed, strolled up to her.

"Hey!", one girl called out to Razor. She had bangs and curled hair that seem to be a sort of chestnut color if not orange. "Razor, right? You looked pretty awesome on the spotlight today! But why don't I see you around here more often? Are you a back up. . . back up dancers or something?"

"Um. . .thanks and no. My dad got me this gig. Apparently you guys have your maximum number of back up dancers," Razor explained.

"So how do you know Gary?" the taller girl asked.

"Oh Gary? Uh. . . what can I say? He saw one of the video my dad sent of me dancing and he's been calling my Ray-ZOR every since. Although I do think he looks taller on TV but hey I'm just sayin'.", Razor babbled on.
The two girls gaped at Razor comment in amazement before responding, simultaneously, "WE THINK SO TOO!"

Razor just laughed and within a few seconds the other two girls had joined along.

"Aw but it's too bad you can't be on the show permanently! You'd probably make a great back up dancer like us!" the orange-head girl continued on while hooking her arm around the other girl's neck that was standing right next to her.

"Oh so you're back up dancers?" Razor asked. "Haven't seen you guys on as much then."

"Of course we're back up dancers! The two newest! Cece and Rocky! ", Cece bragged as she swung her arm back

"Yea~" Rocky hummed shoving Cece to the side. She walked around Razor so that she was on the opposite side and swung her arm around Razor's shoulder before saying, "We are PRET-TY good if I do say so myself."

Razor chuckled a bit before responding, "Oh really? Well maybe next time I'm around you can show me some of your moves but I really gotta get going."

"Aw really? Well come back soon!" Rocky suggested and with that last comment the girls waved good-bye to their buddy as they watched her leave the set.

- (Music Break :]) -

"Seriously Cece are you typing up another essay before class again?" Rocky asked her best friend with a look of disappointment on her face. "There's a reason it's called HOMEwork."

"Yea see I don't think home and work should be in the same sentence like that.", Cece told Rocky while she continued to glide her fingers along the keyboard, "They're totally opposite. It's like a uh. . .what's that word?"

"Oxymoron?" Rocky suggested.

"Yes! A Foxy corn! . . .Wait no that's not it." Cece replied with a confused expression but shrugged it off and continued with her work.

Rocky sighed at her best friend's stupid moment while across from them the vice principal came strolling down the hallway with a girl trailing behind her.

"Okay so this is where the lockers are. Yours should be around here somewhere.", The vice principal explained to the girl in her British accent. She then noticed Rocky and Cece. "Oh Rocky! Come here for a quick second I'd like to introduce you to someone."

"Okay!" Rocky answered back before standing up and walking over to them. This girl was around her height but about an inch or two taller. She had black hair with blue tips pulled back with a thin headband. She wore a slouchy light blue graphic tank with black leggings and knee-hi combat boots. The girl looked so familiar but the fact that she was wearing thin black rimmed glasses threw Rocky off.

"Ramona this is Raquel Blue." Vice Principal Winslow introduced them, "Raquel this Ramona Victoria."

Ramona held her hand out to Rocky and said, "Nice to meet you Raquel."

Rocky clasped and shook her hand and before responding, "Nice to meet you too Ramona."

The vice principal continued to babble on. "Yes Raquel holds a perfect attendance record and you might have seen her on . . . oh what that show you're on is?"

"Shake It Up Chicago Miss Winslow." Rocky revealed.

"Oh really? You're Rocky then?" Ramona asked.

"yeah that's me! How'd you know?" Rocky asked in amazement.

"It's me Razor."

"Oh you two girls already know each other", Vice principal Winslow asked Ramona and Rocky.

"Well you see . . . I was on Shake It Up previously for a spotlight dance and that's where I met Rocky", Ramona explained, pointing to Rocky when she mentioned her name, "But we're just on a first name basis."

"Yea we don't really know each other", Rocky agreed," But since we'll be seeing each other a whole lot more now. . ."

"We'll get to know each other better." Ramona finished off.

"Okay. Uh . . . well then Ramona our tour is done here so I hope you enjoy your first day here at John Hughes high school." Vice Principal Winslow announced to the girls.

"Thank you vice Principal Winslow." Ramona said showing her thanks with a nod and flashing her a small smile.

The older lady turned and began her journey back to her office leaving the two girls to continue with their conversation.

"Small world huh?" Ramona began while she walked over to the lockers trying to find hers. "So where's that other girl you where with yesterday?"

"Oh Cece! CECE!" Rocky called to her faithful companion. The red-head jumped a little at the sound and shouted back, "WHAT? Can't you see I'm working?"
Rocky folded her arms across her chest and pouted before saying, "Fine~! I guess you don't want to see Razor again."

Cece laughed. "As if Razor would come to this school. What are the odds?"

"PRET-ty high." Rocky mumbled, quickly flashing a dazzling smile at Razor before excusing herself. "I'll be right back."

Razor nodded and watched the optimistic girl stroll back to the red-head and literally grab a chunk of her hair and pull her over.

"Ow hair! Hair! Hair! Hair!" Cece yelped.

When Rocky finally let go, Cece stood up straight glaring at her best friend
while raking her hands through her hair. She then noticed the dark skinned girl nearby. "And you are?"

Rocky, immediately face palmed herself in response to Cece's question. "Wow . . .umm so she's not the brightest in the bunch . . ."

Ramona then said, "Oh so you must be Cecelia then? Vice Principal Winslow was going through your file while I was in her office. She kept complaining about how long it would take her to finish it."

Cece smirked as if she was glad to hear that. "Yea well I try."

Just then the bell rang for homeroom, and the girls flinched a little at the sound. Cece began to whine about not finishing the essay she was currently working on and rushed back to her seat, grabbing her laptop and other belongings.
"Come on Rocky!", Cece called as she walked off to class. Rocky quickly waved goodbye as she scurried after her friend to class and Ramona did so as well.

- (Music Break :]) -

"Okay class now settle down." The English teacher was becoming frustrated as he tried to get the students' attention. "QUIET!"
The students immediately stopped their conversation and looked at their teacher, several with frightened faces from the sudden sound.

"Good. Now that I've got everyone's attention", the teacher began again with a more softer voice, "I'd like to introduce you to a new student. She just transferred here so I hope you hooligans will restrain from showing her your bad side. Ramona you can pick a seat anywhere you like for now. There's a few in the back and up front a well as in between. I recommend the front if your eye sight isn't good."

The teacher then turned his back, strolled up to the black board and began to write down some notes. Ramona stood at the front of the class, thoughts racing through her head.

Oh my God! Which seat should I choose? Which seat should I CHOOSE? Remember Ray this is for LIFE. . . . .Well not really but the seat you pick says a lot about you. Back= You're a slacker. Front= You're a nerd. Middle= You love to mingle instead of paying attention. Well yea that's basically what my last school was like. But back to the reality now. . . . .Uh. . . Eeny, meeny, miny,
moe, to the back is where I'll go!

Ramona then walked to the back. She decided to take a seat in the row second to last in front of a young boy about her age wearing a red t-shirt with a gray vest over it and a fedora hat matching the vest's texture.

"Now for English class today we will be studying Poetry." The teacher announced, facing the clas after finishing up the notes and placing the chalk on the blackboard. There was a sudden wave of groans from the students, some slouching down in their desk while others grimaced at the mention of Poetry. "Now don't be like! Poetry is great and a good form of expressing your feelings and what not. It's also a good way into a special someone's heart if you get what I mean." The teacher explained, laughing a bit at the last part he mentioned.
The students still resumed to look miserable. Ramona began picking at her fingernails obviously looking for a distraction.

The teacher then smirked before saying, "Well then let's make our class a little more interesting by playing a little game. It's Rhyme Time!"

"Rhyme Time?" the whole class asked in unison with dumbfounded faces.

-We'll be back with more so stay tuned!-