A/N: Here's another fic grown from a challenge given by Kuneko. The prompt asked for a focus on Lanna and Selena, though it kind of grew into its own amusing beast. Anyway, as always, enjoy the story and let me here your thoughts! Reviews are always appreciated~

Selena could feel the music in her blood. It was flowing through her, pulsing, moving along with the lights that flitted around the stage. The crowd roared in front of her, all focused on the loose-haired, leotard wearing woman who dominated the stage in front of them. It was exhilarating. She swore that she felt like grace incarnate, all body and no limitations as she flew. The music swelled and broke, leaving Selena alone, hand outstretched to an invisible partner. Cheering flooded the stadium, filling the very air the dancer breathed. Selena let a small smile break through her professional mask; getting your dream was intoxicating.

"WE LOVE YOU, LANNA!"

Until Selena was forced to face that she wasn't the center of her new reality.

It was almost too much watching her stage disappear. A small smiles turn into a grimace as she's shrouded in darkness, lost to the spotlight focused on the pop-crooning teen sensation, Lanna Royce. Just like every other night on this tour, Selena left her stage and returned to the wings, transforming back into the wallflower dancer that she hated to be. Back-up dancer her ass - she was more furniture than performer.

Tonight was going to be one of those nights. While Lanna was busting it out up front, Selena would be doing her best to steal the attention behind her. She'd managed to do it a few times – to the blond pitch-squeak's annoyance, if her gaping face was any indication – but that hadn't been easy. If she wanted to win, she needed to work it. Screw whatever her contract said about "enhancing the concert-going experience through modern dance-work," most of this was just bland formation dancing.

That, and there were feathers on everything. Who was in charge of Lanna's fashion? Luna?

So, Selena took things into her own hands. She put her all into the strut down the runway, blocking and out-hair-flipping the songstress as frequently as she could get away with. From the red face, and balled fists, on the Lanna Royce, Selena guessed she was succeeding.

Fierce face on, and a smug smirk tugging at her lips, Selena knew she was invincible.

And, in the sea of posters, penlights and fans, she could see a sign. A guy and girl held up a small "Selena, marry me!" poster, their excitement obvious as she neared their side of the stage. Selena sent off a wink in their direction, before she twirled into the next step in the choreography. The dancer bit her lip to keep her cool, her wink having caused the two to swoon. It was broken by the screech Lanna gave a second latter, the act clearly being too much for her.

So, Selena let her eyes return to her crowd, unashamed to let a pleased smile brighten her features. All eyes were again on her, watching her every jump, spin and twirl. These people were her fans, were her audience, and she soaked it up.

Seems Flowerbud stadium was another win for Selena, lead-dancer extraordinaire.