DISCLAIMER
I do not own anything relating to Victorious the only thing I own is the plot. Please review and offer any and all ideas, critics, and feel free to pm me a challenge. I actually do like the couple of Beck and Tori so please don't flame the couple, the story I don't mind but don't give a negative feedback just because you don't like the story. And so I am also adding another restriction. I want at least five reviews on this chapter, and until I do the next chapter will not be posted. I need motivation. Feed the review monster!
And for everyone's knowledge, in this story Jade IS his girlfriend since the beginning of the story. And in this story is a closet poet. And instead of an actor Beck is a pianist.
Tori's PoV
Even things that are normal seem awkward to me. I giggle. It's all such a new experience. It's exciting.
It's all so new that it becomes of no surprise that I was awestruck and giddy when I walked through LaGuardia's doors. I looked all around me, up at the high ceiling around the crowds floating by, even down and the marble floors. It was amazing. I can't believe this is happening. I'm auditioning for my dream school in ten minutes! I can just scream right now! I squeal only loud enough for the person near me to hear and happily walk over to the audition line to wait for my number and hand in my music CD. I was in a waiting room of about three hundred performers. And I was number two hundred thirty six. And so far the auditions have not even started. Then all of a sudden in the front of a room stood a young man; maybe in his early twenties, around my age if I had to guess, 22 maybe a year older. He was very handsome with raven hair that brushed his shoulders; he was wearing black slacks and a white button down shirt. He was quite handsome. He commanded attention right away and those who didn't feel his authority quieted down when the room when silent. He stood tall and swept a stray hair out of his eyes.
"Hello, everyone today will be auditions for the fall semester in LaGuardia. For some of you this will be the beginning of the road, but for many it will be the end. I'm an alumni from LaGuardia and I can tell you, you must have talent, determination, but most of all you need to have trained yourself. It's one thing to have talent; it's another thing for it to be too raw that you do not have enough experience to succeed in it as a profession. That's why my colleges and I will be here, walking around willing to listen to those who wish us to. We'll start with the lowest numbers so they can receive help before they go out and perform. And make our way down the list. And please be ready, because the judges will not wait for you." With that he walked away to go to the first person with the lowest number to call him. His speech scared me. I went to a performing arts high school and was taught everything I could have been, but it still may not have been enough… what if it wasn't? What was my back up plan? I didn't have one… but I shouldn't be thinking this way. I practiced my voice my whole life. I can do it. I know I can.
It seemed like hours had gone by, and actually I think it was. And then suddenly, it was my turn. The alumnis didn't get to me in enough time and I was up to bat without any preparation. I took a deep breath. I was ready; I didn't need anyone to tell me that but the judges. I took another deep breath and stepped out on to the stage. The lights where bright and shinning right on me, for a moment my heart jumped to my throat and my voice dropped to my stomach. I froze for a moment until I looked at one of the judges eying me, questioning why I'm here with those probing brown pools. So I straightened my spine, readied my voice, and shakily walked over to the stage. Taking the microphone into my hands, one of the judges motioned me to go on, as the music for my song started playing. I closed my eyes as I sang the first note. The notes, pitches and melodies floated out of me. I felt calm and yet not. I was still shaking, knees trembling and the hand not holding the microphone was shaking at my side. As the ending was nearing I almost felt tears in my eyes. I wanted this so much. And finally the time has come.
"Well, Ms…"
"Vega."
"Well Ms. Vega there is no doubt, you have talent. Your voice is lovely… but you don't look comfortable up on that stage. Women these days are being stomped on, and not many are out in the business. And the ones that are model themselves after those already in it. We are looking for someone new, someone strong and independent. And with that in mind, you talent… is just simply too raw. I'm sorry Mrs. Vega. Please, when you are ready we will more than happy to give you another audition, but as of right now, we cannot accept you."
I didn't know what to do. I felt numb. I couldn't be happy and I couldn't cry. I couldn't even feel my face. It felt like I was watching myself walk off the stage and head to the unknown from outside my own body. I felt crushed. Everything I ever wanted was more out of reach than it ever was.
Beck's PoV
I was finally able to get my coffee. All those people auditioning. In the end only one hundred and fifteen people were able to make it into LaGuardia. All the rest had their dreams crushed. I wonder if they would continue to act or dance or sing. If I hadn't gotten into LaGuardia I would've just gone to another school, another place, try to get a job at a restaurant playing for entertainment. Anything would have been fine with me as long as I could continue playing. But some people aren't that logical about it and start making salt water pools on stage when they are walking in the sunshine in union square and it just feels like the big city. I don't pay attention to it too often but the rush of it all makes it all worth it. And I just want to sit next to the statue and enjoy watching the hustle and bustle. But that's when I notice her. She's sitting in my spot, wiping fresh tears from her eyes. I recognize her from the hundreds of faces that lined up to audition. Even though there were so many faces there was a gracefulness about her that made her stand out. I watched her as she went to audition, and as soon as she stepped foot on that hardwood all that grace that grabbed my attention, shattered, and she became a shaking nervous wreck.
Now I'm here, watching her cry and I'm not sure exactly what to do. So I don't even think about it and walk up to her. I want to ask her why she froze up on stage, but I think she's trying to get rid of that memory and not have it brought up once again. So instead I buy a cotton candy from the random guy on the corner and walk up to her. I looked foolish, and I sure as hell positive that I had the goofiest smile on my face. I didn't say a word, I just simply nudge the cotton candy to her shoulder and she looks up at me. There were a few stray tears she didn't catch that swayed down her cheek, and for some unknown reason the pain in them stabbed my heart. She looked at me and I nudge the bag to her again, and she took it gently. I sat down next to her as she opened the bag. She sat there eating it and I watched her. It was really quiet, until finally I spoke up. "I assume you recognize me." She only nodded. "You know you don't really need much work, you just need to embrace your sexuality and increase your confidence and you would be a show stopper. Your talent isn't in the slightest 'raw'. It's one of the most trained I have seen. But your lack of confidence hid that from them, but I saw. I noticed." She nodded a bit. And I took that as a good thing.
"I'm not sure what you want to hear right now, but if you're up to it, I'm willing to help you improve."
With that one sentence her head snapped up to my face. A light was brought into her eyes; it was bright, beautiful even. Everything about her, in that moment; her eyes, the way her brown hair framed her face, the light shining down. Beautiful was the only word in my mind at the moment. She gave me her number and I gave her mine. We spoke for a while. Talking about general things without saying anything personal yet and still it seemed so comfortable, and easy.
As soon as I sat at my bench, in front of the keys, I knew exactly what to play. My fingertip created that image of Tori was still burned into my mind, into music. The sweet melody is her silken hair, the tune like her eyes uplifting in every way. My fingertips padding the smooth surface of the keys like the sun on her face. And though I wasn't able to finish the piece, it was one of the most beautiful compositions I had ever made already. And it was all thanks to that girl. That beautiful inspiring girl. Tori. I must see her again.