Disclaimer: All characters portrayed in this fanfic are the property of CLAMP and their company people. They're not mine. Well, except that is the people that I'll be making up. :D

AN: ::sigh:: Here I go again, starting another fanfic when I'm not even halfway done with my other two. _ Well...enjoy I guess. This is kinda an AU I guess, since the main character dances...and I don't think she does in CCS or the manga. Anyway I'll reveal who she is in the next chapter. :P

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The petite frame of a ebony haired teenager stretched as she warmed up for her turn to dance. Dancing was the utmost important subject in her whole life, so much in fact that she had dedicated her world to it. It was her life. Without it, she'd probably wither up and die. But with it, she was a vital as the next, with her long fluid moving legs and her graceful poise.

She was a serious student. Determined too. Nothing could stand in her way, and if something did, she'd make sure that she would somehow overcome it. She didn't seem to need anybody. Wether it be family or friends. Living alone in a two bedroom apartment, she seemed to do quite well though. It was highly unlikely that someone at such a young age, could have this much independence. But it seemed as if she mastered it's art completely.

When it was her turn, she took a deep breath and carried herself gracefully to her position. When the music started she was thrown into a frenzy of Tours Jetés, Fouetté Tours, and Tours en l'airs. Her body moved gracefully with the music, expressing her every emotion. Loneliness, joyfulness, and anger. Like a ice skater gliding on ice, she danced across the stage and made it her own personal puppet. Taking all those there to a world beyond their imagination. Telling a story of the heart, and weaving it through the various lives of those around her. It was one of the rare times in which she allowed anyone to catch a glimpse of her persona. It allowed the world to see her life. She danced with her very soul.

As the music ended she silently swept off the stage and walked back into the waiting area. She knew she danced with everything she had, and that's what counts. Even if she doesn't get this job, she'd try and try again till she did. She wouldn't ever give up, like she gave up before would she? She shook her head as she walked out of the building and stepped onto the tourist-filled streets of London. Her mouth curved into a stubborn smile as she pulled on a oversized jacket on and made up her mind. They can't reject her.

They just can't.

She had danced all her life. Dancing had helped her through her most difficult moments in life. Not many knew she danced, and even fewer knew she had the passion and persistence to go through with it. She smiled bitterly at the life she traded for the life she had now. It was definitely better. Up to this point she had worked most of her life to be a professional dancer, to become something that makes her who she is. Now all this was resting on the performance she just gave. If she didn't get into the English National Ballet, one of the world's leading touring ballet companies, she wouldn't know what to do. She'd be lost and without a purpose. And she could never allow that to happen. Not again anyway.