Okay, based on people who voted (Angie) we do want a chapter from Kendall's point of view. So here it is. We won't be hearing from Angie until next chapter, so tell me if you wanna make a chapter from Kendall's point of view a regular thing, like every 4th chapter would be with Kendall. Does that sound good?

Characters

Angela Sansom

Kendall Schmidt

Genevieve Donovan

James Maslow

Carlos Pena Jr

Logan Henderson

Disclaimer: I only own myself and the plot to this story. Angela is a good friend and I don't own her, that would be slavery. I also don't own James, Carlos, Kendall or Logan, because I don't live out in LA and am not Scott Fellows. Hope you enjoy the story! Review!

Kendall

I sighed heavily, placing the picture back down on the night stand in my apartment.

5 years.

5 years since I have seen that beautiful smile.

And I let her go. I don't know what the hell I was thinking, letting the thing I loved the most in this world slip through my fingers like that. I grabbed the locket that she threw at me that day and placed it in my back pocket, hoping it would bring me luck.

I needed to get this job if I wanted to stay here in LA. I knew she was out here. She had to be, or i had no reason to keep going.

I pulled into Paramount studios, signing in to let them know I was here for my audition for some Scott fellows project. This was it, time to make my break or give up.

"Kendall Schmidt, Mr. Fellows is ready for you." one of the assistants said, walking into the waiting room.

"Thanks." I stood slowly and followed her into the audition room, seeing three other guys standing in the room.

"Mr. Schmidt, these are your co-stars, Carlos Pena Jr, Logan Henderson, and James Maslow." she said, pointing to the guys.

"Wait, Costars, isn't this my call back?" I asked, I swear I heard the producer say that this was just a call back over the phone.

"No, the guy we had originally cast in your roll didn't exactly work out, so we brought you in for an audition and you were the best out of everyone we worked with. Welcome aboard!" Someone said behind me. I spun around to see Scott himself standing behind me.

"Sir, thank you so much! You don't know what this means to me!" I shook his hand gratefully, I was so much closer to finding Angela, I just knew it.

"Okay, we are just going to have you guys start doing a couple of dance rehearsals today, just so we can get a little bit of a head start on that before heading into the show. You're main choreographer, Emmy winning Tyce Diorio, is going to be working with you for the next few hours." Scott said as another guy, probably Tyce, walked into the room.

"Okay, thanks Scott, I've got it from here." Tyce said. "Omay, I just wanna know what exactly I am starting out with, what are your backgrounds in dance?" he asked.

"Not much, I took a couple of classes a while back but not much." I do believe Logan said.

"I actually went to college for a performing arts major in theater, I was in a small production at my local theater, so pretty good I would say." Carlos replied.

"My girlfriend is a hip hop choreographer and choreographed on So You Think You Can Dance and Dancing with the Stars, I work with her a lot, so I am pretty good as well." cocky much.

"Virtually nothing, I haven't taken any classes at all." I replied honestly. Remind me again why I auditioned for something like this if I knew I wouldn't be very good at it.

"Okay, well we are just going to start with jut the foot work at about a fourth of the speed of the old version of the song, Kendall, you will have to record vocals on it later, and the we will add in the arm motions." Tyce said. "Okay, so what we are going to to first is a simple one two heel swivel step. Now here is what you are going to do." he started to demonstrate.

"Oh my god, Tyce Diorio, I haven't seen you in ages!" I heard someone say. I looked over to the door way to see someone I haven't seen since Angie left, Genevieve Donovan.

"Dude, do you know who that is!" Carlos exclaimed, swatting my chest as Genevieve walked in and gave Tyce a hug.

"no, what are you freaking about man!" Logan said.

"That's Genevieve Donovan, one of the greatest dancers, like ever. She won season thirteen of dancing with the stars with Donald Driver and owns that dance studio down town." he explained, but I wasn't really listening. I was focused too much on how the woman in front of me had changed.

She wasn't the same sweet girl that I had seen 5 years ago, she was hard to the core now. She was wearing her white blond hair in a side braid, a royal blue and white LA Dodgers lid over top, a white, loose-fitting tank with blue undershirt, royal blue sweats and white Adidas. I wonder if she was still in touch with Angie?

"On to your latest project Tyce." She joked.

"You have no idea." He laughed right along with her.

"Hey, I have an opening in two weeks, a night broadway class that I need an instructed for, are you available?" she asked.

"Sure, I was wondering when you would invite me back anyways."

"Oh My God! I am such a huge fan of yours!" Carlos suddenly exclaimed.

Genevieve laughed lightly, "I always enjoy meeting fans. Have you come by the studio at all?" She asked him.

"No! Every time I try to get into one of your classes, they are already full! It is so frustrating" he ranted.

Genevieve dug around in the back pocket in her sweats for a moment. "Here, call this number if you wanna attend a class. Just stop by the studio on the first of the month and ask for a track listing for the next month, then call in for one of the large classes, those tend to fill slower, or on of the guys nights classes, I have trouble filling those as well." she shrugged delicately. Maybe she still was the same under that hardened exterior.

"You have guys classes?" Logan asked, astonished.

"Yeah, guys and ladies nights rotate every other Wednesday, girls nights fill up faster than guys, so once calls slow for guys nights, i open them up to girls as well, but no matter what, my best friend is always there, so there is always one girl in the class." She explained.

"Hey, Gen, we have a little time to goof off, do you wanna freestyle for us a little?" Tyce asked.

"What the hell, I got nothing better to do today." she said, digging her keys and sunglasses out of her pockets and setting them off to the side, before grabbing her iPhone and plugging it into the speaker system. Bangarang by Skrillex began pounding out of the speakers. She took a minute counting out the beats before beginning a complicated locking routine. Damn, this wasn't the girl that I knew from Minnesota any more. Once one of the techno breaks started, she swung up onto her hands and began doing scissor kicks, before dropping into a set of hand and shoulder windmills and finishing in a freeze. She flipped back up onto her feet and did a quick bow, before turning to Tyce.

"It was great catching up man, but I gotta get going, Ang and I just came from the gym because my manager wanted me over here, for a reason I still don't know, so I am just going to head back home. Call me if you wanna do any other dates. You don't need to wait for me to invite you. Bye guys!" I froze. Did she really just says Ang, as in the Angela I haven't seen in five years?

"Hey, i need a quick bathroom break, be right back." I said to Tyce, not even caring if he said no, and took off on Genevieve's heels. I had to see if that was her. I followed close enough so that I could still see her, but I wouldn't be seen if she turned around. Eventually, she walked out of the building and into the parking lot. I ducked behind a bush as I saw a figure step out of a large ford truck and head her way.

"What the hell took you do long, you said it would only take a minute." My heart froze. It was her. Angela. She was here.

"I don't know what my manager was doing in sending me here, I ran into Tyce though, James as well, he was doing something for the audition apparently." she shrugged again before pulling the keys out of her pocket, looking down as something fell out with them.

"Ang, do you know what this is?" she asked, pulling what looked like a necklace off the ground. "Oh no."

"What?" she asked, taking it into her hands. I saw her eyes widen as she stumbled back. "IS THIS SOME KIND OF SICK JOKE GEN!"

"ANGELA! YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME! I HAVE NO IDEA HOW I GOT THAT!" she screamed back. I was missing something.

"But how do you explain the locket?" she quipped back. Locket? Shit! I dug in my back pocket only to find it empty. She had the locket. No! That was the one tangible thing I had to hang onto her by.

I spun around and quickly snuck back into the building, thinking about all the implications that this created.

"Dude, you alright man? You look a little zoned." James said, one of the few times he said anything today.

"Yeah, yeah. Just fine. Can we just get this over with." I said, actually feeling a little sick to my stomach.

"No, you aren't looking to good man, why don't you just head home, we can do this some other day." Tyce said, effectively ending practice for the day.

I drove home lost in my own head, walking though my front door in a haze.

I hurt her.

I hurt her.

I did the one thing that I never set out to do.

I hurt her.

Sorry for adding the huge part about, but I needed to show how Kendall thought ofMyers and Angie when we left, and how we have changed since then.

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