A.N. I know I'm bad for not writing the final chapter of No One Will Know but it will get done, I promise! About this story; in No One Will Know I showed you guys one interest of mine, one side if you will and with the release on Black Swan (totally awesome by the way) it kind of enthused me to put our favourite people in a kind of "Centre Stage" setting. You've (hopefully) read about Army Cadets Naomi and Emily so for a change of pace, here's our girls dancing.

Le me know if you like it/hate it and if the characters are kind of plausible or completely not even close to their real selves :)

Disclaimer: Okay, we all know what I'd to Emily if I owned her. We won't go there.

1.

I stretched slowly; the reality that all the years, the hours and hours of endless training, the blisters, the pulled muscles, the tears, the sweat, the blood, all of it had lead up to this moment. I stepped out onto the audition floor with my heart racing, the sound of it echoing through my head. I took a deep breath in and let the thumping change time until it was beating away with the music that would be about to play. This was it. I got ready to explode.

"How much do you want this?" they asked me, their blank emotionless faces scaring me silly and making me wish Katie was beside me, bitchy perverted comments and all. See that totally fit bloke on the left, well I'd definitely make sure I got some private lessons with him, yeah, imaginary Katie whispered into my ear and a slight smile came over my face despite myself. I took a deep breath in again, trying to calm my racing heart and get my bearings back after showing my soul to them. I wiped the sweat running down the back of my neck, letting my response slip out without thinking about it.

"I don't want this," I told them, locking my eyes on imaginary Katie's fit guy. "I need this."

"Oi bitch!" Katie's voice echoed around the bustling change rooms. "How the fuck did you go?" I pulled her into a hug, letting the intense rush of emotions I had just felt out, letting her hold up my dead body.

"I think it went well," I replied, the response not seeming enough for the giant amount of excitement and adrenalin coursing through my body but it would have to do.

"Well that's great yeah but you stink Ems, now go shower before your sweat leaves a puddle on the floor." Sometimes you've got to love Katie. Actually, I think she could have called me an unnatural piece of shit and I still would have walked away with the same satisfaction. If the audition was good for nothing else I would at least know that there was such a high as this.

"When do you go in?" I asked her as I grabbed a towel from my bag, mopping my face and obscuring myself from seeing just how much she was shaking. "Three more girls, then me."

"You'll do great," I told her truthfully, picturing her perfect poise, face and turns in my head. "If anyone gets in it will definitely be you. You've got nothing to worry about." And just like that my good mood disappeared. I had done well in my audition but I knew that Katie would blow me out of the water. With the new sick feeling in the pit of my stomach I grabbed a bottle of water and my worn out pointe shoes and walked out the door.

"OH MY GOD I GOT A LETTER!" echoed around our house and I shot out of my bed with a start. Shit, it was far too early to be hearing my sister's voice and it was then I realized with a sinking feeling that she didn't mean a letter but the letter. The letter we had both been waiting for week after painstaking week. My stomach dropped as I made myself walk into the kitchen, my usually light feet feeling like they'd been filled with lead.

"Oh I knew I would get in! How could they not let me in with the thirty fucking fouettes I did and on my left side too? Oh and Emily! Did you see the totally fit bloke on the left? Definitely have to get a private lesson with him yeah."

I poured my cereal in a daze, letting Katie's non-stop exclamations wash over me, the sinking feeling I felt when I didn't see another letter on the table still low in my stomach and making the cheerios taste sour. I wanted to cry or maybe scream but I didn't because Katie got a letter and she would want me to be happy for her. I swallowed the last of cereal and looked up with a fake smile on my face.

"Congratulations Katie."

"Oh don't worry about that," she brushed off, walking airily to the door. "We need to start planning, boy are we going to take these mongs by force, right Ems?" I was confused and tired and sad and annoyed so when I heard the fateful 'we' she flung out there I almost snapped.

"We?"

"Duhh, you got in too. I opened your letter before. It's going to be so fucking good. I wonder if we'll share a room. Who am I kidding? I'll make sure we are. Ems? Emily?" She finally turned around to face me and boy I must have been a sight; stopped halfway through putting my bowl in the dishwasher and giant giddy smile slowly taking over my face. My heavy body was suddenly light as air and for just a moment, I thought I could do anything. If someone had asked me to jump off of a building right then I probably would have done it without a second thought.

"I got in?" I whispered, unable to get my voice to work anymore.

"Of course you did, you're a Fitch and were fucking amazing alright. Come on, we've got to go shopping for supplies!"

I walked over to the table in a daze, seeing the opened envelope in a pile with the rest. Ms. Emily Fitch the front read and I didn't think I had ever seen my name written so perfectly. My hands were shaking as I pulled the wad of paper out and opened it slowly.

Dear Ms Emily Fitch, we are pleased to inform you that due to your exemplary standard in the audition we would like to offer you a place in the London Premier School of Ballet.

I couldn't contain my excitement any longer and chased Katie out the front door, running onto the street and leaping as high as I possibly could, following it with jump after jump, Katie's yelling my only music and my costume the dazzling pink fairies that adorned my pyjamas.

It was funny at first, the pure shock that she showed about actually getting in but as she continued dancing in the street in her fucking pyjamas it just got embarrassing. I tried yelling at her, telling her that while we were leaving it was a few weeks away and did she want everyone thinking she was a complete minger? After a while of fruitless yelling I stormed back inside to find mum, excited to tell her about all my plans about what we would do in London, of all the musicals and ballets we would see and all of the fit boys we would meet.

With a final yell of 'Get the fuck in here bitch!" and a hard pull on her arm, Emily finally followed me inside to get ready. If we were going to go to this posh school in London then we were going to need to best equipment. My last pair of pointe shoes were looking a bit ratty anyway and I always needed a new leotard, not that I didn't look totally fabulous in my old ones but the store had just ordered in ones with diamantes.

I told Emily about our plans, about eating out every other night, dancing all day, surrounded by strong, fit dancing guys and it was on that point I was quite determined. What's-her-name and whatever thing Emily thought she had with her were staying back in Bristol and with my help I would get her a totally fit boyfriend so she and I could forget all about it. Once I got her away from the lezzer bitch everything would work out fine.

"Naomi darling," my mum called out from the kitchen and I nearly started banging my head on the door and the endearment. Only a few more weeks of this crap and I would be out of here one way or another. "There's a letter here for you!" I guess I was about to find out just which way that would be.

I grabbed a banana on the way through the kitchen, almost throwing it back up again as our resident nudist walked past in nothing but a fucking walkman before grabbing my letter off the top of the stack and heading out the door.

"I'm going out for a bit be back before tomorrow, don't wait up love you mum bye."

As soon as I was out of the house full of crazies I opened the letter, much more nervous then I would ever want to admit to myself. My hand shook but only slightly as I unfolded the first piece of paper. I sighed in relief, smiled tightly to myself before turning my head to the sky briefly and letting out a real smile, letting out the relief, the excitement and the joy about finally being able to leave this shitty town with my mother and her "communal living" ideas.

With a final glance at the endless blue, marred only by the ever present English clouds I kept on walking, keen to get fucked with my mates in celebration. I was ready for this, I didn't know what but I just knew that something would happen at the London Premier School of Ballet.

"Effy you got a letter," my mum called from downstairs. I looked at the door through a haze of smoke. I could go downstairs but I didn't really care what the letter said anyway. Probably just another bill anyway. "It says you got into some London Premier Ballet School. Effy! You never told me you were moving to London! When did you audition for this? Anyway, it says you got in; you start in a few weeks. Right posh school it looks too."

She kept on talking, her voice blending into the music from my speakers. I thought about moving away from her, from the fucked up world my life had become. I smirked and took another drag of my cigarette.

"Sweet."

/hides behind chair and anxiously waits your opinion. Also, it is rather terrifying writing from Katie Fitch's POV.