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Hello everyone! If you're reading this, it means you really lucked out. Is it just me or had everyone been posting like mad lately? I wasn't even going to post it. One thing is I don't know how good it is, and another is that it will most likely be on page 7 in a few days. Oh well. If you do read, I beg of you please review. I'm nervous as is, and if you don't, I don't know how my confidence as a writer will be affected. I take it if no one reviews, no one likes it. Please, if I don't get at least 8 reviews, I will be afraid to continue, and most likely won't. you have no idea how much reviews can affect my day. They make me smile. Ok, enough gush. Please read and review. God bless Naoko Takeuchi

Disclaimer: I don't own the sailor moon characters, and as a certain someone (you know who you are) would point out, I don't want to get sued. I do not nor will I ever claim to own the characters. I just use and manipulate them to my will insert evil laugh the amazing wonderful beautiful smart Naoko Takeuchi owns sailor moon. Not me. no suing. Suing is bad ::brings out chalkboard with big x over the word suing:: Ok? Ok. Ja!

The lights were beaming down in a circular pattern randomly on the stage. The largest one on her, the angle giving her pale blue leotard and suit a soft glowing look, all of which complemented her blond hair and slim stature. The few people in the audience sat back, waiting for her contemporary piece, the one she herself had choreographed

'All their eyes are on me. This is it. My audition; I can do this. I am a ballerina. I have worked hard to get here. He's here. I could not do this if he were not here. But he is. And I will do this for him...' Usagi Tsukino thought to herself. This was the big day. Usagi had been working for years to audition for the St. William's Academy of Dance, and now was her chance. Her last chance. St. William's only allowed dancers to audition twice. She had to make it this time.

As the music started, she took a deep breath and began to think the lyrics to her lucky song. 'Little bunny foo-foo hopping through the forest...' not quite the lyrics to Chopin's 'Romance' No.1 in E minor, but by now she had learned how to manipulate the beat so as not the throw her off. She always got the little bunny foo-foo song stuck in her head when she was nervous. She had learned over time that it might bring her luck. So now whenever she had an audition, she would make sure to hum it with the beat of the song she was dancing to.

Two beats before her cue, she smiled. One beat before her cue, the music engulfed her, and she had no worries. Her Mamoru was in the audience, and because of that, she could give the dance the feeling and inspiration in needed to make beauty. That was her goal, to make beauty.

Going on Pointe, she began the dance she had choreographed, practiced and perfected so many times. Going into the first spin, she thought back on the first time she had danced these steps in front of judges. Mamoru had not been there that day. She had no idea where he had been. They had not met yet.

*^*Five months before*^*

The music ended. The spotlights went off, and the judges nodded. She had finally gotten to audition of St. William's Academy of Dance. But something was wrong. The judges were not looking at her happily.

As she walked off the stage to retrieve her critiques, she ran over the routine in her head, hoping she would come across nothing too incriminating. To her relief, she didn't, and calmed down somewhat. But as she approached the judge's table, a ball of fear and worry settled it's self in the pit of her stomach.

As she walked toward the woman who would decide her fate, a fine line of sweat traced it's self along Usagi's upper lip. She began to ring her hands in hopes that they would make the decision soon. She couldn't stand the wait much longer. But as soon as the words escaped the lips of the dean, Usagi wished they had taken longer.

"Ms. Tsukino, I'm sorry. After watching your routine, we have agreed that we cannot accept you into this school."

Even before the information sunk into her mind, she was crying. She would have cried either way, in or out. But it was out. "Why?" was all she could stifle out before her throat choked up with hurt and tears.

"Ms. Tsukino, 'Romance' is a dance that has to depict just that. We understand it was your own dance, but in your application form where you stated what dance, you wrote down," she paused to look at the form, "Chopin's Romance in E minor. When asked why, you stated you where a romantic person, and wanted to convey that to an audience. But during your dance, you did not show any. You bore your soul in your movements, but in that we saw no love. Just as a dancer is nothing without fire, she is little without inspiration. You have fire, but no motivation. For that, we cannot accept you. I'm sorry.'

Nodding, Usagi took her critique papers, and fled the room. After pushing past the double doors guarding the audition hall, she took a left and went to the locker room, hoping to change then go home and get fat out of desperation.

"How am I ever going to get inspiration for something I have never experienced?" she wondered aloud in a straggled voice. "I can't believe this!" she turned another corner. " want to scream! inspiration for love!" she turned another corner. "How am I ever..."

"Boyfriends are normally good ideas." her last sentence was cut short as she bumped into a tall, gorgeous blue eyed man who at the same time interrupted her.

Hmm...bet you can't guess whom the blue hunk is!!! Please review or I will never confirm your suspicions. And I mean it. 10 review or no next chapter! insert evil laugh