Rey is a girl in high school with social problems. She is only one of many who have the same issues. She has one friend, named Finn, who she has known since she was a child. Still, she has dreams like everyone else. Her dreams are to grace the stage in a Broadway musical. But to get there, she would have to audition and talk to people. She has a goal to audition for her high school's play, West Side Story.

Ben is a boy in college, who has enjoyed solitude ever since he was young. His mother encouraged him to learn how to play the piano. Little did she know how her son would soar. He was brilliant and loved playing more than anything in the world. As he grew, however, his father pushed him to pursue a more secular career. Though he felt he abandoned his dreams, music was still alive inside him.

The two probably would have never met if it wasn't for a fateful day of library detention. Two people who are not equipped to carry healthy conversations, find themselves at ease with one another. And with that ease, love can blossom.

Important information about this story!

Leia and Luke are NOT related in this alternate universe!

I wrote the story with Rey having a different father, and I just didn't like it. I wanted to incorporate as many characters into this as possible. And having Luke as just an uncle wasn't good enough for me. So the two are not related in anyway for this fan-fiction.

ALSO- This fanfiction is rated M, but I will provide a separate edited story that is the clean version.

I've written a lot of chapters so far, and will be posting chapters EVERY Monday to the best of my ability! I'm super, super excited about this story! And I should say, it is inspired by La La Land, an incredible movie for everyone who loves old musicals!

But I am too impatient and I will post my first chapter tomorrow. Hope you all like it!

p.s. This story is also on Wattpad

My username is undefined_thirst

So without any other nonsense, here is the PROLOGUE!

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You still look like a movie, you still sound like a song.

Damn this dress is tight.

It was the only thing running through Rey's mind as she escaped to the bathroom. When she was finally safe within the maroon walls, she took a deep breath. She walked towards the sink and looked into her own eyes staring back at her in the mirror. The maroon Versace dress laced down her arms and body. It was one of her favorite dresses but she could barely breathe in it. Her eyes looked tired, exhausted even.

She was uncomfortable seeing her old classmates. She shouldn't be, it wasn't like she was close to any of them. She should be proud for them all to see how far she has come, how hard she has worked.

She was surrounded by fake people every day. It was a part of her job. She was hoping that the antisocial eighteen year old girl was buried away, never to resurface again. She was a grown woman now, she wished she could for once act like nothing bothered her.

She turned the cold water on and held her wrists beneath it. She closed her eyes and hoped it would calm her nerves. She calculated how long she had to stay at the party. She arrived an hour ago. Surely she could leave in another half hour. Thirty minutes. Then she could be home and safe in her pajamas. She would put on an old movie and curl up on her couch.

The sound of a piano flooded beneath the bathroom door. Finn hired a pianist for the night, he must have returned from his break. She shut the water off and dried her hands on the expensive cloths beside her. As she dried her hands, she realized that the music was something different that what had been playing before.

It was familiar.

Her entire body ran cold as she realized the song wasn't just familiar. She knew the notes, memorized it and played it in her head for years.

She thought of hiding in the bathroom, but she could never forgive herself if she didn't look. Without thinking, she exited the bathroom and walked into the large ballroom. Her eyes found the piano, which was situation exactly in the middle of the large hall. She stopped dead in her tracks, invisible hands wrapping around her neck.

He was late.

She wished she wasn't so shaken from hearing those familiar notes. Her stomach was twisting and turning with anxiety. For a moment, she thought she might throw up the three glasses of wine she drank.

Of course he would play it, the temptation was too great for him. In a flash, her mind traveled to two kids going to the drive-in. Millions of memories flooded her, making her legs turn to mud.

In that moment, she was Ilsa Lund and he was Rick Blaine from Casablanca. Except he was the one walking into Rey's jin joint. He was the one playing a song that only hurt and broke them both.

She couldn't understand why he was even at the party. He didn't go to high school with her. When she met him, he was in his first year of college. Did Finn invite him? If so, why would he come?

As if he heard her thoughts, he looked up from the keys and directly in her eyes. It hurt. It hurt so much, for a second Rey feared she might faint. As dramatic as the expression is, she felt like an earthquake was erupting inside her.

His hands danced on the keys, with experience and passion. She knew that would never change. His hair was longer than when they were kids. Half of it was tied back, the color still as black as a raven. His strong nose and full lips were all the same. He had taken off his suit jacket, which laid beside him on the bench he was sitting on, and only had on a white dress shirt. The sleeves were rolled to his elbows like he always did when he played.

She could only see him as he was so many years ago. Her eyes stung and she fought the tears with every fiber of her being. Half of her just wanted to leave. But what would that accomplish? He already had his dark eyes on her, trapping her like they always did. She was a woman now, not the same girl she was before.

So her feet remained planted to the floor, and she stood as tall as she could. Still, like so many years ago, she never wanted the song to end. She wanted him to play forever and forget time existed.

The song continued and every note tugged at her heart strings. She used to listen to him play for hours. They talked about their passions, about their futures together.

It was like a movie, the two of them. Just like a song.

It took her back to when they were young. When life was full of hope and love. A part of her was still holding on to him, even after all the time that passed. She still cared, of course she did. Does he?

Okay! That was the prologue!

I am beyond excited about this story and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Comment and thoughts are greatly appreciated! Expect the first chapter tomorrow!

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