A/N: Although Soulbinder won the poll, it hasn't gotten many views, so I decided to do this fic as well to give you guys something to read. I own nothing, as usual, but I hope you enjoy it!! :D

Nate Grey was tired. He was exhausted. He was every single negative adjective in the English language at the moment. Most of all, he was betrayed. He stared first at the computer screen in front of him and then at the letter sitting in his lap. How had this happened? How could he do that to him?

Nate's hands clenched into fists as his eyes actually focused once again on the words plastered all across the internet. This was the worst thing that had happened to him since…well, let's just say for a very long time.

"News came out just today that former Worlds dance champion Tyler O' Connor has come out with a breathtaking new show. Upon seeing a demonstration of his new project, funding was immediately given and a tour has been set up.

When asked about his sudden inspiration, the Worlds champion told us, "My inspiration's from my good friend, Nate Grey. He's done more for me, and this show, than you realize."

The friend in question, Nate Grey, was a two-time Worlds champion who bonded with Tyler O' Conner during his first trip to Ireland for the Worlds championships, which are held over Easter week. Nate Grey is said to be an amazing dancer as well as a musician, but for now, the world is focusing on Tyler O' Connor.

When asked about his friend, and the show that Nate has previously hinted about, Tyler could only shrug and tell us, "I have a feeling that his show will take a while to come up with, though Nate has the most amazing ideas. Watch out for him. He'll take the world by storm when he gets everything set up the way he wants it."

Tyler is also said to have hired many of the dancers that Nate Grey normally uses in his small shows because they are "the best out there."

Everyone here wishes Mr. O' Connor the best of Irish luck. Note: Tour dates are being scheduled even now, and tickets will go on sale soon." The article was his doom.

"Pretend it's not happening. Pretend it's not happening," Nate told himself, unable to tear his eyes away from the screen.

With desperation, he clicked his mouse over the tab bar and went straight to Youtube to look for the teaser footage of Tyler's new show. When the video finally loaded, having taken quite a while due to all the viewers, Nate's heart sank.

That was his music playing in the background. That was his costume that Tyler was wearing. Those were his steps that Tyler was dancing on the stage, making them look so effortless as he smiled at the news crew. He'd been the inspiration, all right. He'd been the one that had come up with every single step. "No," Nate said, and he couldn't help remembering the day he had told Tyler of his plans.

Flashback

"Pass me my water bottle," Tyler huffed, pressing his hands into his sides and breathing hard.

Nate, who was closer to the refreshing drink, tossed the bottle the short distance to his friend. He took a long swig himself and sighed. "That was the best bottle of water ever," he teased, holding up his now empty bottle.

Tyler shook his head. "No, this is," he told Nate, hold up his own rapidly emptying bottle.

"Whatever." Nate rolled his eyes and lay down on the synthetic floor, willing his lungs to take oxygen into them faster.

"So how's that show coming along?" Tyler asked, leaning against the wall and watching his friend huff and puff.

Nate shrugged. "It's fine, I guess. Want to see what I've come up with?"

Tyler laughed at Nate's eager face. "Nate, we just finished dancing our hearts out and you want to dance again?"

Nate shrugged. "Why not?" he asked.

Tyler shook his head. "No real reason. Just thought you might want to give it, oh, an hour or so!"

Nate shook his head. "I don't mind." He walked over to the stereo and cued his iPod to the list of songs that he had come up with himself. For the next two hours, he went through the dances for his friend, stopping only when he needed to rest and to take a drink of water.

When he had finally finished, his legs ached, his back ached, and he was sure that he was pretty low on sugar, but he was so happy that he couldn't be bothered with stuff like that. After all, Tyler was smiling. Tyler was approving.

"That's awesome, Nate!" Tyler said, clapping when his friend finished with his final bow. "You came up with all that music by yourself?"

Nate shrugged modestly. "Shane and Jason helped me," he told Tyler, reaching for another water bottle. As much as he loved to dance, as much as dancing was his life (right along with music) he knew that he was going to pass out if he didn't drink something quickly.

"I've never seen anything like it!" Tyler went on, shaking his head. "Could I download those tracks? They were awesome! I could use them for my classes." Tyler taught several rich kids in a private studio during his free time.

Nate nodded, smiling. "Sure," he said. "There's definitely going to be more going on, more dancers and stuff, but you got the general idea."

"How long do you think it'll take you to put all that together and get a tour signed off?" Tyler asked, and Nate noticed that his friend seemed calculating, thoughtful in a way.

He shrugged. "I'm not sure. The rest of my dancers and I are aiming to present the idea a month from today. We think everything will be ready to go by then."

Tyler patted his friend on the back as they moved to take off their shoes and leave. "You'd better get that to the board, or else someone might steal your spot."

Nate roughly shook the memory away. He didn't want to remember the time, just a month and a day ago, that he and Tyler had been friends. He looked away from the computer and glanced back down at the letter sitting in his lap. He picked it up and read it over again, part of him not believing the words on it.

I told you to get going on this project, it said. I waited exactly a month and a day for you to present it. Now, that spot's mine. Thanks for everything, Tyler O' Conner

Nate had given him the music, never dreaming that he would use it against him. He had shown Tyler the basic idea of the steps, and as any good Irish dancer would do, Tyler had picked them up from that one meeting. Now, the show was Tyler's, and Nate had one less friend.

As he stared back at the screen, Nate knew that one thing was certain.

He would never dance again.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! Please review, guys! :)