Disclaimer: Listen up cuz dis is da only time I'm gonna say it. Me no own. If I did, I wouldn't be sitting here. I do, however own the storyline and anything and everything you don't recognize. If you care to borrow anything! Please tell me and I'll let you!

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Chapter I

The music started. A black figure got onstage. The spotlight turned on to see a pair of heels, sparkling with black sequins. Gradually, you could see was the legs stradling the chair and their fishnet stockings, one rolled up to the persons thigh, the other rolled down below her knee. Then you could see the back of the chair, a silver sequined dress could be seen through it, glimmering under the bright light. Slender arms wearing nylon gloves were draped casually around the chair, tiny sequins giving off a shimmer. Finally, as the spotlight stopped moving, the top of a tophat could be seen. The shiny black circle was all that could be seen of the persons head. And the person, obviously a lady, just sat there for the next ten measures of music. The music was upbeat and fun with a 'dun dun dun dun dun'. Then, suddenly, after a dramatic change of music, with a 'dunduh dunduh dunduh' the figure began tilting her head upward to reveal their face.

The audience sat intently as the woman on stage looked up. She had a beautiful round face with pale skin. She looked over the crowd and a small smirk played on her face. Her red curls enveloped her face and her hazel eyes sparkled from the reflection of the sequins. She began to twist her wrists and snap her fingers to the beat of the music.

'Dunduh dunduh dunduh.' Played the music. The girl on stage titled her head to the side, allowing her hair to roll off her face. She contiued snapping her fingers. Then she opened her mouth and began to sing.

"Let's turn the lights down low..." The woman sang, and, on cue, the lights turned down. "And putcha best suit on. We're goin' dancin'." The woman stood up from her chair and clacked her heels around it. She pushed it off stage where someone caught it. "I wanna show ya around and out my best dress on. We're goin' dancin'." She stuck her right leg out, letting her left leg bend slightly. With her right hand, she touched her right calf. "Juss gimme da keys and will make it in no time..." She placed her left hand on her hip and shook her hips to the beat of the music.

"We're goin' dancin'!" The girl belted out to the crowd, rolling her right hand from her shin, all the way up to her hip. Then she shook her hips and smirked. She slid her left leg out this time and did the opposite. "Why doncha relax, and we could call a Tax-i... We're goin' dancin'!"

When the song ended, she flipped her bright hair over her shoulder and winked. She turned on her heel, blew a kiss to the crowd, and walked off stage, her sequined pumps tapping on the stage as she left. Once she was off the stage, the audience burst into an appreciative standing ovation.

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The audience emerged from the theater, all of them deep in conversation about the play. Most of them walked around to the back to get their playbills signed by Miss Medda Larkson, the star of the show.

Four teenagers, however didn't. It was their fourth time seeing the show and they had already gotten their playbills signed. Instead, they linked arms and skipped down the boulevard and into the dark.

It was a Saturday night at the end of June. The air was somewhat humid, but a cool breeze started to build up, feeling refreshing against the kids' faces. They were walking down Tony Boulevarde, home of Irving Hall. Irving Hall was named after James Irving, the first owner and conveniently shared the same name with the theater in New York City, accidently attracting many tourists.

As the four teenagers skipped around the corner, they were in fact stopped by a tourist. "Excuse me? Do y'all know where I can get Miz Larkson signature?" The person asked really excitedly in a thick southern accent.

"Yeah, juss go round dat cornah dere and head to wheah all da uddah adorin' fans are!" One of the girls replied cheerfully.

"Thank ya!" The tourist nodded and hurried around the corner.

The four teenagers looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"I'm so proud 'a' ya, Flatt." The only boy of the group laughed, patting the girl who talked, Flatt's, shoulder. "I wouldya burst out laughin' an' said, go vote fa Bush, Tex." He grinned. He had a nice smile. His two front teeth were a great deal bigger than the others from years of sucking his thumb when he was a child, which made him adorable. His round, slightly freckles face, dimpled. His brown hair was down just below his ears and flipped out from under his sideways green trucker hat. He was wearing a green, American Eagle polo under a Gap jean jacket. His faded and torn Abercrombie & Fitch jeans fit him perfectly, covering all put the tips of his red Chuck Taylor's.

Flatt's chocolate brown eyes glimmered as she laughed. "I know, I know. I'm awesome." She replied, flipping her long black hair over her shoulder cockily. Her hair was always shiny and reached her shoulder blades. It waved slightly and nicely around her pale cheeks. Her thin lips were pulled into a cocky smirk. "Ya juss jealous, Snitch." She winked at the boy, Snitch. She placed a slender hand on her hip and put a finger through the belt loop of the hip-hugging bell bottoms she had found at a thrift store. They had peace signs and flowers painted all over them and clearly belonged to a hippie in another life... Her purple and lime green t-shirt fit perfectly with her pants and stuck to her new found curves. She was nicknamed 'Flatt' because of the size of her chest in junior high and high school. All of her friends already had 'blossoming bosoms' shall we say, and Flatt didn't. Well, sophmore year, Flatt's grandmother got seriously ill and Flatt and her family moved down to Santa Fe for a year. When she returned, boom! She had a chest. Now, her new found nickname (mainly used as a joke), was Not-So-Flatt.

Another girl who was with them rolled her eyes, but continued laughing. "Yeah, dat's it, we're jealous." She mumbled, shaking her head. Her long black curls jiggled in their messy bun as she shook her head. Her piercing green eyes danced with laughter and her thin, pink lips were rolled into a grin. She too had a hand on her hips. A Harry Potter bag hung off her shoulder. She was wearing long, black jeans and a black jean jacket. Underneath the jacket was a t-shirt with a picture of Robert Pattison as Cedric Diggory.

"Yep, ya shoah are, Cat." Flatt replied to the girl, Cat, smirking. Then she snorted and rolled her eyes.

The third and final girl was laughing to hard to reply. "Wow..." She gasped. Her round face, which had freckles all over the bridge of her nose and cheekbones, was dimpled as she laughed. Her big blue eyes were almost squinted to nothing as she laughed. She took a deep breath and looked around. "Sorry... not enough sleep. Snitch, ya can't do dis ta me!" She giggled, poking Snitch in the side and grinning. Her curly blonde hair framed her round face perfectly and bounced as she laughed. She was wearing a black t-shirt that she had personalized and it hugged her curves perfectly. It said, "Five hundred, twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes..." on the front, and on the back it said, "How do you measure a year in the life?" Underneath that was her reply, "In Auditions." Over her t-shirt, she was wearing a big grey sweatshirt that had 'Dork' printed across the pocket. Her pants were short jean shorts that she had made out of an old pair of jeans. Underneath her shorts she wore a pair of black and white striped footless tights. And her flip-flops were printed with black and white polka dots to finish the ensemble.

"Aw, but it's fun ta make ya giggle, Lucksies." Snitch replied, squirming as Lucks poked him. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Comin' ladies?" He grinned, crooking his other arm for someone to link onto.

"But of course, Snitch-y dearest." Flatt skipped up and linked arms with Snitch. Cat then skipped up and linked arms with her.

Then they began skipping again. After a few blocks, Lucks stopped abrubtly, causing everyone else to stop and be swung backwards.

"Lucks! Whaddya doin'?" Snitch asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Shh." She replied, quieting them with a movement of her hand. "Do you heah somethin'?" She asked, raising an eyebrow and listening. She heard voices. Well, she always heard voices, but this time it wasn't in her head. Or at least she didn't think so. These voices were somewhat familiar.

"No, but I smell somet'in'." Flatt replied quietly, sniffing the air infront of her.

The four of them, as curious as they were, followed their noses and turned to corner to find four other teenagers, all of them boys, smoking cigarettes and such in an alley way. The only thing lighting the alley way, besides the tips of their cigarettes, was a flickering neon sign on the side of a building that said, "Happy Hour".

"Well, well, well, if it ain't be No-So-Flatt." One of the boys smirked, blowing smoke out his nose. The smoke swirled around his attractive face, full lips, sea green eyes... His long blonde hair fell in his face and he took his hand and placed it behind his ear. "Oh, an' look, she brought da uddah rejects." He smiled with fake innocence in the direction of Lucks, Cat, and Snitch. He took another drag of his cigarette and placed his other hand in the pocket of his baggy jeans. He was leaning against the wall, his right leg on the wall to prop him up. He was wearing a black sweatshirt that had "BRKLYN" printed in white letters across the chest. A chain dangled from his belt loop, connected to the leather wallet in his pocket.

"Shove it, Conlon." Flatt scoffed, glaring at the boy.

"Oo, she's a fiesty one, Spot." Another one of the boys said to the first boy, Spot, also smirking. This boy had greasy brown hair which was slicked back casually. He brought his cigarette to his thin lips and parted them to reveal a row of sparkling white teeth. He placed the cigarette into his mouth and took a long drag. "Ya wanna kiss?" The boy grinned in Flatt's direction, smoke spilling out of his lips with every word. His grey-brown eyes glowed with mischief. He was also leaning against the wall with a hand in his pocket. He was wearing the same pants as Spot's, just a little longer. His t-shirt, however was tight and said "Hold my Lasso while I kiss your girlfriend." And had a picture of a sillouhette of a slutty cowgirl on it. He also had a red bandana wrapped around his left arm.

"You wish, Kelly." Lucks glared at the boy. She took a step foreward. She was shorter than everybody there, but she wasn't afraid to fight.

"Oh, ya heah dat, Jack? Lil Lucksies is gonna come aftah you." A third boy laughed. He was also smirking (do you see the trend?). He had messy brown hair that stood up on end. He ran a hand through it, causing it to stick up more. He was wearing a pair of jeans like Spot and Jack's, only more faded. A pink t-shirt hugged his chest, making him slightly hot. He took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled, the smoke came rushing out of his lips in a thick line.

"Yeah, she's gonna come aftah you too if ya don't shut ya face, Skittery." Snitch growled, taking a step foreward and standing next to Lucks, backing her up.

"Oh, an' lemme guess, yoah gonna help her?" Said the last boy, raising an eyebrow smugly. He was shorter than the others. His black hair was grown out a little so it was just past the tips of his ears. It was wet, as though he had just gotten out of a shower. His cigarette was placed in between his lips, leaving a gap to see a row of straight teeth. (It took two years of braces to make them like that and he was proud of it.) And the cigarette jiggled with every word he mumbled. His coffee brown eyes were grinning with sarcasm. He wore a black t-shirt that had the ACDC logo across the front of it. His baggy jeans had holes in the knees and went down to reveal the tips of his black Chuck Taylor's.

"Yeah, he is, Higgins." Cat spat, stepping foreward and putting a hand on Snitch's shoulder.

"An' we are too, so ya bettah shut dat whole in ya ugly face." Flatt was last to step foreward. She stood next to Lucks, clenching and unclenching her fists.

"Yeah, I bet." The Italian boy rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, we are!" Lucks hissed. She felt the need to punch someone and clenched her own fist.

"Oh, ya bettah watch out, Race, she looks mad." Jack Kelly smirked at the Italian boy, Racetrack.

"I'm tremblin'." Race grinned.

"Yeah, I'm tremblin' fo' ya." Spot chuckled.

"Come on, Lucks. Hit us." Skittery said, tapping his chin.

"Shuddup." Cat rolled her eyes. "Idiot." She mumbled.

"Wha's'a'mattah? You guys all tawk and no action?" Jack asked, smirking. He took another drag of his cigarette before throwing it on the ground and putting it out with his Batman Chuck Taylor's. The other boys followed his lead and took one last drag before they too put theirs out.

"Oh, I don' t'ink you want us to be action, Kelly." Flatt hissed, taking another step foreward.

"Come on, Flatt. T'ree goils an' a fag. Whaddya gonna do ta us?" Racetrack asked cooly.

Lucks couldn't take it anymore. She strolled up to Race, glaring. "Dis." She muttered. Then she swun her fist back and threw it foreward, punching him square in the jaw.

"Bitch!" Race exclaimed, holding his jaw.

"Dick!" Lucks glared back.

"Whore!" Race glares.

"Ass!" Lucks was seething now. Race continued to glare and rub his jaw. He looked over at the guys who were all gaping slightly. "Whatcha gonna do now, Race? Ya done bashin' me yet?" Lucks eyed him angrily, showing him up, though he was still two inches taller than her.

Before Racetrack could reply, someone's cell phone rang. Everyone checked their pockets until Spot grabbed his phone. "Shuddup!" He yelled and looked at the caller I.D. He groaned and flipped it open. "Yeah?" There was chattering on the other line and then finally dial tone. "Okay guys, dat was my sistah. We gotta get home befo' my fostah mom does." He rolled his eyes.

Flatt smirked. "Dat's righ' Spotty. Run home ta mommy."

"It's Spot." Spot growled, starting to walk out of the alley.

"Dis ain't ovah." Race got close to Lucks and hissed in her ear before he followed Spot. A shiver shot up Lucks' spine and she glared furiously.

"Toodles." Jack and Skittery said simutaneously. They grinned at Snitch and waved with their fingers before skipping off to be with Race and Spot.

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End Note: So, how d'ya like it? If anyone can spot the Blood Drips quote, I will love you! lmao! Please review! It would be muchly appreciated.