Kelly would be the last one to admit that her knees were actually weak, but as she walked down the hallway in search of Logan, it was kind of obvious. Scott caught her in the hallway and took her by the arm. He smiled that she jumped under the slightest touch. 'Clay must be one hell of a kisser' Scott thought amused. "I need you to come with me" Scott said. "Why?" "To see the barn, remember we need to get the program started." The mists that were floating daintily through Kelly's head were instantly burned away.

"Oh crap you're right! And we still have so much to do. We need to get people together and find music and-" Scott laughed and draped a heavy arm over her shoulders. "Don't worry about it kid, I'll round the girlies" He said with a wicked grin. Kelly smiled, Scott may be devastatingly handsome, but he was just like every other guy. 'Like Clay' Something in the back of her mind told her. "Thank you" Kelly murmured. "It's no problem" Kelly caught his hand before he could turn to leave. "No I really mean thank you. You didn't even know me, who I really was, but you knew it was important to me and you did me a favor, I've never known anyone who would do that for me" Scott smiled and kissed the back of her delicate hand. "That's what we do for each other here," He said "We look out for one another, make sure that everyone is a happy puppy, even if it's a little thing like starting a dance program"

Kelly smiled though tears began to swim helplessly in her eyes. When one escaped, Scott brushed the pad of his thumb across Kelly's cheek. "Come on now," He said and ran a hand over her hair. "The barn isn't going to check itself out is it?" Kelly shook her head and took Scott's hand as he led her down the hallway, Suddenly she turned from Scott and had bolted halfway up the spiraling stairs before Scott had thought to call for her. "I gotta change out of this," She said motioning to the dress. When she returned she was wearing what looked like one of Logan's white shirts and a pair of baggy drawstring pants. She hooked his arm in hers and together they walked out the double glass doors. Though it was getting darker by the minute, the barn seemed to be surrounded by a thin glowing mist. The air was warm and carried the faint smell of hay and salt.

When Scott pulled the doors open, a smile split Kelly's face. The barn was musty and cold despite the warmth of the weather outside, and angry pigeons fluttered past their heads. She let out a shriek of joy and wiggled her tight little butt. "Ah! This is perfect" She said happily and gripped Scott's arm. "If that's what you like to call perfect, then I'm concerned for you Kelly" He said, but the corners of his lips tipped.

"You can't be Logan Hill's daughter." Scott said simply as he stared down at her. "Why not?" She asked, not looking at him. "Because you got class, you're beautiful, and you can kick anyone's ass without thinking twice about it. " Kelly shrugged a shoulder. "Well I am, and while I don't know why you have some sort of problem with my father, I'd appreciate it if you don't talk about him that way in my presence" Scott smiled. "No problem Kiddo"

She punched his arm friendly and plugged in the small stereo she carried to the outlet in the wall. Static assaulted the both of them until she stabbed at the few buttons and the static subsided. "So," Scott said as he watched her crouched on the ground. "Show me what you can do" Kelly held her gaze steady with him for a moment before she rose gracefully to her feet. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" She asked teasingly. He shifted the smile to a playful sneer and Kelly giggled into her hand. "Alright. Promise not to laugh?" Scott grinned. "No"

With a resigned sigh, Kelly pressed the play button on the stereo and Chopin's delicate 'Nocturne' floated from the speakers. He watched her silently, listening to the soft music and watching her long lean body move and visualize the sound. She pirouetted and spun, made the music her own. She finished with a dramatic arabesque. "That music doesn't suit you," He said and grinned when she turned to face him with her hands balled on her fists.

"Excuse me?" She asked, a challenging eyebrow rose. "Don't get me wrong," Scott said quickly. "The movement was perfectly fluid and every thing was perfect, but someone like you deserves a song that is more demanding, something about young love that is cocky and full of it's self. 'Nocturne' is a beautiful piece, but it doesn't do you enough justice"

She winked at him but held her stance. "Just what piece of music would you suggest Mr.Summers?" She asked. Scott shrugged. "I don't know, and I don't suppose that it matters, as long as you dance" Kelly grinned and plied perfectly then turned it into a classy bow. She flipped back her head, since she had been there, her hair was rapidly growing and was framing her devilish pixie face with shaggy pikes.

"I've always loved the Warsaw Concerto," Kelly said as if it were a heartfelt confession. "I suppose that you'd say that it didn't fit me, but the sorrow of the music just.I don't know, I can relate to it I guess." Scott watched her from behind his dark lenses. "The Warsaw Concerto is about the holocaust Kelly," He said as if he were speaking to a slightly slow 5-year-old. "How can you relate to sadness and pain like that?"

Kelly shook her head instead of answering his question, she couldn't tell him, not yet. "Never mind. So," She said as she turned from him to gaze around the barn, eyes misty, the glittering softness turning the former dark brown into the color of a sandy beach. At that moment, Scott didn't think that he had ever seen anyone look more beautiful then Kelly did at that moment. Her chestnut brown hair was streaked with sunny brown from the time that she had been spending in the sun, her cheeks flushed with a happy pink color and lips slightly parted and tinted a deep rose. Then he thought of Jean and a dark mood immediately descended upon him until Kelly turned to him and grinned.

"This is going to be amazing," Her voice was still dreamy and Scott rose and draped an arm loosely around her slender shoulders. "Sure it will be. Now, all I want you to worry about" He said as he placed a friendly kiss at her temple and brushed at a dark gray blue pigeon feather that had landed on her shoulder. "Is making the dancing look effortless, I gotta worry about how I can convince people to come check it out and maintain my masculinity" Kelly giggled into her palm which she had put over her mouth and Scott grinned down at her. Everything was perfect, Kelly thought to herself. But only for the moment