Hey everyone!
For anyone who hasn't read my fanfictions on tumblr, this one was the first that I wrote, and so I don't think it is my best, but oh well!
For those of you who have, I have edited this one quite a bit, but it does have the same plot, it just the grammar and the descriptions have changed a bit.
So yeah, please enjoy and don't forget to review!
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Part one
The last day of 6th form was so sad, everyone was crying. I was just keeping quiet, my friends were the loud, popular ones…you know the type. So while everyone else was saying their goodbyes, they were all on the stage in the hall fighting for the microphone to wish everyone a good time at university. I wasn't great at showing emotion, so instead of joining in with everyone, I walked slowly to the back of the hall and sat on a chair watching the people I had known for 12 years and more walk out of my life. Some of these people I would never see again, especially as I was going to live and study in London.
Suddenly tears began to drip down my face, yet I had no idea why. I leaned my head back against the wall and sighed. Leaving school was a really big part of my life, and here I was sat at the back of the hall like a loner while everyone was enjoying their last moments together. I jumped up and ran to the front; hugging everyone and then running out the door, down the hall and to my old locker. As I began to clear things out, my phone started to buzz in my pocket.
"Hello?" I answered, curious as to who would be calling me as everyone was at school. "Oh...Hi!" The voice responded, also deafening me. "Umm...who is this?" I asked, not recognising who was speaking. "Oh, darling it's Claude le blue!" The woman laughed as I began to choke and splutter down the phone. C- Claude...CLAUDE, the..th..the choreographer?" I stuttered, my head suddenly feeling very dizzy. "Why yes, who else?" She giggled. "Do you have the wrong number?" I asked, still confused as to why such a famous choreographer would be calling me. "No, this is Taylor, isn't it?" She asked. I could hear a rustle of papers in the background as she began to flip through sheets of something. "Yes…" I responded, leaning back against my locker. "Well, I have seen you dance, and I just called to see if you wanted a place at the dance school 'le Tigre'?" "Are you kidding me!" I gasped, "Yes! Of course, Yes!" I spluttered. "Good, I have already sent the details to your mother; I will see you next Monday, ta-ta for now, mwah!"
I put the phone down shaking slightly, did that really just happen? I grabbed the rest of my books and ran out of school in a daze.
As soon as I arrived home my mum squealed and ran to hug me and asked if Claude had called me yet. As she was choking me half to death, I suddenly realised something. "Mum, what about uni?" I asked. "Oh, who cares? Have you MET Claude, do you know how big it is to get into her dance school!" My Mum shouted, spreading her arms out wide. I gasped at how care free she was being. "So you think I should do this instead?" I questioned. "Yes! OF COURSE!" I love my mum, she wanted to be a dancer so me doing this must be a big deal for her.
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I was shaking as I walked up the huge steps to the school, It looked so big and…posh. I began shaking slightly as I pushed open the large door. What if I didn't fit in? As soon as a walked in all I could see was ballet dancers…where were the other street dancers? Surely Claude wasn't expecting me to do ballet? I slowly walked up to the grand front desk, feeling so small in comparison to everyone else. "Um, excuse me, I'm Taylor Radley. Claude called me, she sa.." "It's you!" The woman gasped. "CHARLOTTE! It's the girl, she's here!" She shouted into the room behind the desk, before turning to face me again. "Please could you wait in that room, Claude will be with you soon. You're having a private tuition with her as you are the only street dancer enrolled this year." She smiled, pointing to another grand room across the hall. "really?" I gasped. "Yes" She smiled again, before turning to face her computer screen. I couldn't believe this was happening.
I walked into the massive dance hall and waited for 10 minutes before Claude arrived. "Hello darling, now don't say anything! I have something exiting to tell you, now, I have only ever seen you dance live once, I came to watch the last show you did at your old drama school, and I've also seen the tape that your teacher showed me, now I want to see how you dance under pressure, so, I have arranged for you to be a backing dancer on…oh, what's it called? The x factor!" I thought I was going to faint, only the best street and hip hop dancers had ever got to perform on the x factor, and…I would get to meet all of the acts, I was so excited I couldn't breathe…