A/N: Hey! Another little thing about Dance Academy. This was an introduction I made to another fic that was pretty awful - like always - and when the season two trailer came out I thought I could change a few things and post it alone.
I'm not pretty sure I like it... but yea. Think it's okay.
This is it.
ABC's characters unfortunately aren't mine :( Kat is so adorable, I wish a friend like her. Anyways.
Shout
"And when you've taken down your guard
If I could change your mind, I'd really love to break your heart"
Tears for Fears
When I was five, I pretended I couldn't breathe, that I was having an asthma attack the day before my mother go to summer season with her ballet company. I was so focused on not breathe that at some point, my mind thought it was real and it became real.
I remember seeing mom so worried; she almost had a panic attack. She stayed with me for three days, just by my side, looking for me, taking care of me, never leaving me and always double-checking if I was okay every five minutes. It was the very first time she actually remained with me – and the only.
Last year, I failed classes on Australia's most important Dance Academy and they kicked me out.
I can't put in words how sad and disappointed she was. I couldn't judge her this time, tho, because I know I'm the one to blame. So I waited. Waited for her to get in the first airplane to Paris, like she always does every time things goes out of her reach, waiting for her to leave, because it's what she does best.
But she didn't.
She stayed and allowed me to drive across the country with my boyfriend for half the summer and when I returned, she was there – for me. She made everything for me, to put me back in the academy, but not even Natasha Karamakov could do that.
"It doesn't matter, mom." I said the day she made her last attempt. She was on the kitchen drinking some water and I couldn't stand her sadness.
"It's sort of my fault, isn't it, Kat?" she asked. "My obsession to see you as a dancer as well made you hate it."
"No! Mom! I don't hate it, I love it! I really do. But, you know…"
"Why didn't you tried harder, then?"
"Because…" I had to think the right words to say, to not break her heart even more. "Mom, I love my academy friends and I love dancing, but not that way… I think the world has so much to offer, I can't be locked there. And I don't really care about being a principal dancer. I just want… to dance."
"Do you still want to dance?" she said, her voice low. Even so, I could tell she was a little happier. I nodded. "Really?"
"Yes. Dance whenever I am. I know discipline is important, but…"
"You have me." She completed and I didn't get it. She repeated louder. "You've got me! Kat, you can dance whenever you want. If you need me, I'll be here, I'll help you."
I was shocked. I couldn't pretend I didn't care or not smile. My mother. She was willing to be with me and I didn't need to pretend to be sick again. For the first time on summer, I had this thought that was better that way – not in the academy anymore. I could still hang out with Tara, Abigail, Sammy and Christian. I could help Ethan. I could travel the world and learn and have fun!
And I could have mother just for me for the next three weeks. I couldn't ask for more.