Here goes, guys. Remember, this is my first time writing something like this so bear with me.

Disclaimer: I don't own VA, just the plot of this fic.

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RPOV

I sighed, frustrated. Dimitri had been avoiding me lately and the only time we ever talked was during Practice, and that too only when he gave me an instruction or corrected my technique. He barely even touched me, and had me working on my precision and staking.

It was infuriating.

And, it was all my fault; ever since I'd kissed him – that damned kiss – in the gym and he'd told me that would never happen again. True to his word, he'd cancelled Practice for a couple of days, but they'd been restarted for a few days now, because the Ski Trip had been delayed.

And, lately, Tasha had been coming along with him to our practices to 'watch', as she claimed, but she mostly just distracted Dimitri. And that hurt me even more; it was almost as if he wanted to hurt me.

I still refused to believe he'd moved on, though.

Why else was he afraid to touch me? Hesitant to be near me, alone.

I shook off my dark and uncertain thoughts; today was the last day in St. Vladimir's before we all flew to Idaho for the Ski Trip, and so Kirova had arranged for a Bonfire.

Lissa had convinced me to sing on stage, and I had agreed on the condition that I picked the song. Not because I wanted to please her, no; I agreed because I wanted to sing to Dimitri, to tell him all that I couldn't say – for a lot of reasons.

I sighed, yet again, and changed out of my sweaty gym clothes into loose sweatpants and a tank top, on my way to Lissa's room, so she could 'Make me look fabulous enough for a Broadway Stage', her words, not mine.

After what felt like hours of Lissa screaming at me to sit still, having hair spray nearly make me blind and a few pokes and prods later – I was ready, and…Wow, Lissa had a gift.

She'd made me wear a dress a she bought; it wouldn't have been my first choice, but it did look pretty good.

It was a sleeveless, pale pink dress, with a lacy, embroidered look, just brushing the knees. The lower half was sectioned in a way that looked like layers of fabric were overlaying each other, and the waist of the dress had an over lay of black lace, beginning just below the bust, and ending at the beginning of my hips, the black lace was intricately designed and had a silk bow, tying off at the right side, with the ends trailing off fashionably. Overall, it seemed casual, yet elegant.

And, paired off with natural shades of makeup and nude lip-gloss, with my hair hanging around my face – with a few pulled back in a complicated braiding technique – and black heels…Well, I'd like to Dimitri's reaction.

While I was examining myself, in excruciating detail, Lissa had gotten ready in a pale green dress, slightly similar to mine, and had put her hair up in an elaborate up-do.

Seeming satisfied with her appearance, Lissa yanked me out of the room along with her – who would've thought a Moroi had the strength? However, she promptly forgot about me as Christian made his way up to us. I didn't mind, really, I wanted to be alone so I left them be in their own perfect little world.

A few minutes later, Kirova showed up on stage and said a couple of words I couldn't have been bothered to pay attention to and the Bonfire was lit. It was truly spectacular, seeing how they built up the anticipation step by step till finally the flame in the middle was lit.

But, I lost interest after a while. I just wanted to go back to my room and sulk, no matter how weak that was; I just didn't feel all that good right now, I felt lonely and rejected.

Still, I stayed because I had promised Liss I'd sing, and I would keep my promise to her. Which is why, after a few performances by others, I'm making my way up to the stage.

Reaching the mike, I swivel and face the crowd, giving them my 'man-eater smile' and starting,

"Hey, guys. So, I'm up here tonight because – well, aside from the fact that my best friend forced me – I wanted to dedicate a song to someone who means a lot to me and -"

But I got cut off but someone in the crowd,

"Who is he?"

I hesitated, but didn't let it show, simply shrugging it off,

"Someone special to me, he may not even be here but well, if he is…I hope he gets my message. So, here goes -"

Clearing my throat, I begin to sing.

Okay, so I know this is short but it had to be for the next chapter - in DPOV ;) - to make sense.

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