First of all, thank you for the review and the reads. And thank you for the followers, it means so much to me3 So heres a new chapter :D

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After a few weeks I learned that wouldn't love me, like Rachel said. I think he actually started to hate me even more. I was improving my dance, I know I was, I practiced with Santana and Rachel three times a week, and every night by myself infront of the mirror. But couldn't see that. All that he saw was my flawed footwork and that I needed to drink water after every dance. I got dehydrated alot, I couldn't help it. So if he didn't wanted to see me faint and get the blame for it, he better let me drink water!

I didn't say that to him of course. All I did was to nod when he told that I was a lousy dancer. It sucked that all my confidence was gone. If he would teach me dancing last year, I would simply say 'I'm amazing, and if you can't see that, I'm sorry.' Then I would just walk away, not letting him finish his sentence. But somehow I couldn't formulate those sassy words anymore.

Still, was extremely attractive. His abs that you can somehow see under his tight top, his brown, irresistible eyes and his black hair that had the perfect balance between messy and classy. Don't get me started.

I slapped myself in the head because of my previous thought. He was my teacher, a bad one! Sure, he was an excellent dancer, but he did nothing but giving me crap.

But still, those biceps.

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"Remember when you had a crush on Ben Brown, that football player?" Rachel said while we were walking in the busy streets of Manhattan. "He has such beautiful eyes!" She said and copied my voice. I actually did say just those words two years ago. I used to sit and watch his football practise and imagine that he would go up to me after the practise and kiss me. Silly, I know. But we all got those fantazies! When I saw him making out with Katie Smith, it broke my heart but I got over it after a week. Then I started to crush on Andy Thomas, he was president of the school newspaper. I actually joined that club beacuse of him. But that is an another story.

"I have always been a gooey romantic, I know!" I laughed as I took a zip from my latte.

"So this douchebag , screw him! Bring the old Tina back and show him where he actually stands. On the bottom on your 'important-people-list'."

"I'm pretty sure I don't have a list like that", I chuckled.

Rachel pushed me in my side and laughed. "Then make one. Because you are in the greatest city in the world, you don't need people who just throw shit on you in your life."

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Next day I walked into school, full of confidence. Last night I had stand infront of the mirror and told myself what was so great about me and I felt more confident already.

And my day started pretty good. My first class were singing, which went great. My teacher adored me and my voice, and let me sing solos frequently. Sometimes it felt like I was the teachers pet though. I often stayed a bit after class to help with her sheetmusic and we talked about the lesson. And even though it was kind of depressing, she was the only friend I had made in the school. No one were mean to me, I just felt invisible. It didn't matter though, I already had great friends, I didn't need new ones.

But it would actually be nice to have someone to sit with at lunch…

After 's class I had dance, where I would confront him. But as the class started and everyone had paired up, which meant that I needed to dance with ,again. He introduced us to tango, which is an extremely sensual dance. He showed us some moves and than put on the music. Latin rythms came out from the speaker and he grabbed my hift with his big hand.

"I hope you have practiced ", he said.

"Cohen Chang", I corrected him, tired of him not getting my name properly.

"I'm here to teach you dance, you're not here to teach me anything", he said and smirked.

"Don't you think it's a little below a teacher's standard not knowing your pupils name?" I asked while we danced through the room.

He chuckled. "Finally some anger from your side. I have waited for that for two weeks now!"

"What does that mean?"

"That means that I can tell you that your footwork is completely out of control right now, without you bursting in to tears", he said and smirked. I had the urge to slap him, but I didn't of course.

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"Don't Brooklyn Academy take singers?" I asked Artie while laying on my bed in my small bedroom. When Artie lived here alone he used this room as a wardrobe and where he put things which he didn't know what to do with. So it was a very small room. We barely got my bed into it. But it was okay. I had a view to the street and the apartment across the road, and I all I really needed was a bed. I had my clothes in my bag and some in the hall. My beauty products were in the bathroom and the TV was in the livingroom. It was small, but I really liked it.

Artie had bigger difficulties, since he was in his chair. We needed to keep the place clean so he could roll on forward and sometimes the lift outside was broken, which meant that me and our neighbor, needed to carry him up. Luckily we lived on second floor, so it wasn't that heavy.

"I'm not sure, but I don't think so", Artie said while looking at his computer.

"Then I can start your class", I said and sighed.

Artie laughed. "Yeah, like you want to spend your days watching old films so you can understand their technique."

"I just want to get away from !" I whined.

"Then switch dance group."

"He's the only one that teaches freshmans."

"Then take away dance from your schedule, I'm sure you can do that."

"I can't, if I want any big broadway roles I need to be able to dance. Well, I can switch teacher next year, so I guess I just need to survive this year, and then everything will workout."

"Preach to that woman!" Artie shouted. I laughed.

"How about you? Don't you miss performing?"

"Of course I do, but I love creating films, maybe even more than performing. So it's okay. And I always perform in the showers, so…"

"Yeah, I can hear you. I can't believe our neighbors haven't kicked us out yet!" I said and laughed so much until my stomach hurted.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and don't worry will be much nicer soon ;)

And btw, sorry if there is any spelling errors. I have a new computer that doesn't have spell check on it, and I'm swedish which means that english isn't a language I speak on a daily basis. :)