AN/ My inspiration for this story, can you believe it was the search bare for Google. You know how the Google icons changes every day? Well they had this one of a woman dancing across the top of the search bar and her movements spelled out the words Google. Turns out that the little dancing figure was immobilized by a real woman named Martha Graham who was pretty well known modern dancein her time. And well you know I love me some Alex and I just got done reading a SMUT so here is the ephedrine of my sleepless night wonderings… enjoy.

SORRY I HAD POSTED THE WRONG STORY, THIS IS THE RIGHT ONE... INJOYE

Living in the Moment: First Encounter

National sighed, he had just spent the last eight hours in dance rehearsal and he was tiered, all he wanted to do was go back to his apartment and crawl into his bed and sleep. Lifting his duffle bag higher onto his thin shoulder he headed for the exit of the dance studio. As he reached the door a low drawl called out his name sending a shiver down the young man's spine. Turning the he came face to face with the tall frame of Madam Milroy his dance instructor.

"Mr. Howl, I would lick a word with you before you go" she said her deep German accent never once going higher thin a whisper, making the boy strand his hear to hear what she was saying.

"Oh… uhm, of course Madam" National replied even though all he wanted to do was run; he knew it was pitiful but the woman frightened him. With a nod the dark clad woman lead him away from the exit back though the studio and to her office.

"Pleas have a seat" she said once inside as she lowered herself into her own chair behind her oak wood desk. Once National was seated she spoke.

"Are you aware that the winter recital is nearing Mr. Howl" she asked her dark green eyes boring into his own nervous blue ones.

"Yes ma'am I am" National answered

"And are you also aware that our lead mail dancer Mr. Conner has taken ill and will not be able to perform" she asked her panicle drawn eyebrows razing in question.

"I hear that yes"

National 's heart was raising, could she be going were he thought she was going, could he possibly have a chance at tacking the role that Erick Conner let slip away with his cocky mistakes of showing off and letting himself get hurt. Could the scary old woman possibly be saying that he would take Erick's place?

"I have been watching you Mr. Howl and I'm willing to admit that you have much potential"

'Yes… yes…' he though excitedly

"But of course you should seeing that you are attending Julliard of all places"

Ok you old bat just get on with it' National hissed inwardly, the sapience was killing him.

"I have come to the conclusion; Mr. Howl that with some hard work over the next few mouths you could make a god candidate for our lead role in the winter recital"

He was practically jumping with excitement now

"Oh… I would work my hardest to prove you right madam" National spoke aloud, fighting his urge to jump from his set and kiss the scary woman.

She nodded at his words

"Yes, but know this I also have others in consideration, if you do not sow yourself worthy of the leading part I will replace you without hesitation" here she stopped her eyes watching the now exhilarated boy before here.

"Will… you may go now Mr. Howl" he informed him

"Oh… thank you Madam Milroy, thank you so much… you wont regret your chose in choosing me" with a wave of her hand she excused him. As he exited the woman's office he could have sworn he heard the reply "I best not young man" before the door closed behind him. But he was too excited to care, practically running National ran thought the studio for the exit wanting to find his roommate and tell them the grate news. His earlier sleepiness' all but for gotten. He was just hurrying out of the building when he bumped into someone walking past.

"Oh, I'm sorry" he apologized as he stepped backwards but not really moving out of the other's way.

"Its fine" said the stranger, his voiced thick with a British accent. At the sound of his voice National blinked and looked him over, he had always liked accents definitely win the owner of said accent was cute. Sanding before him was a young man maybe a year or two younger than him, he had bond hair that lay under a back and gray benny blond strands pocking from under the hat. He had dark hunting looking brown eyes that were looking at National as if the other guy hadn't seen someone like him before. National wondered slightly if he had a weird look on his face, he tend to do so when he was excited.

"Uh… hi" National said his excitement turning into nerves once more, but this time not in fear…

"Hi" the blond said back, his brows creasing slightly as he looked the other boy over.

"Oh…uh, I'm in your way aren't I" National asked as he realized that he was standing in the stranger's path, with other passers bumping into them as the hurried around the two.

"Yah, I guess you are" the blond said a small smile crossing his handsomely tanned face, National couldn't suppress a giggle at the sound of the others accent.

"Im National" he said hurriedly tying to cover his embarrassment at his own giggling.

"Alex"

"Nice to meet you Alex" National said back, blushing slightly.

"Well, as good as it is to meat you National, I…uh kind of have a interview to get to before I miss it" Alex said his smile still placed on his lips.

"Oh god I'm sorry, of course I'll get out of your way now" National said embarrassed even more, his pail cheeks growing hot ad his idiocy. The tall boy stepped aside back into the entrance way of the dance studio.

'God I'm such a dolt, standing in the guys way"

"well, it was nice meeting you National, maybe I'll see you around" Alex said his side ways grin never once leaving his face as he watched National who could only nodded his head. With that the blond was gone disappearing into the crowed streets of New York, leaving a mystified National in his wake.

God I hope I see hem again, the boy thought to himself as he turned and headed in the opposite detraction, as he did so trying to remember why he had been so excited before running into the British blond… but he couldn't all he could think of was that cute little smile crossing the beautiful face.

"Oh well I'm shore it'll come to me later" National thought as he headed for home his happiness in full sing.

NA/ Ok… I hope you like, I know its sort, kind of clippings of one story… or a commercial between chapters of my other stories. Hope you like. If you do don't worry there will be more.

Please R&R…