A/N: I probably shouldn't be starting another story with the other ones I'm currently writing and considering I haven't worked on any of my original stories in awhile but eh it's break and I'm having fun. The idea for this came to me while I was playing DDR and thinking about Save the Last dance.
Summary: Serena's friends always thought her clutz and her family thought she would never get into college, so what happens when she gets accepted to Juilliard?
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, I don't own Juilliard, but I would be the happiest girl in the world if I at least owned Darien!
Serena walked to her class, nervousness overtaking her. Two weeks, her audition was in two weeks. She looked at the form in front of her, the half completed application seemed to mock her. All of her friends had already applied to their choice schools and they all looked at her thinking she'd never get into an academic university.
She didn't care about going to any of those colleges, there was only one school she cared about, so much so that she hadn't applied any where else.
You haven't even applied to Julliard yet. Her mind once again brought her back to the application sitting in front of her. With grim determination she finished writing out her academic history and then went on to happier things, like how long she'd been dancing.
She sat back and counted on her fingers, seven years. She thought back again, yes she was 11 when she decided she'd had enough of everyone calling her a klutz. They still call you a klutz. Again her mind broke her out of her happy thoughts. So what if she still tripped and ran into people, somehow all that changed when she had the music to guide her.
With a small smile she wondered what they would all think, Darien, Raye, Ami, Lita, Mina, and her own family, how would they react when they found out she'd been secretly taking dancing lessons. She had squeezed them into every spare moment, causing her to arrive late for school in the morning, to meet with friends in the afternoon, and dinner with her family. But soon she would know if it had been worth it.
With a smile she wrote down everything they required about her dancing career. In just two weeks the final part of the application would take place.
"Serena!" Serena turned to see Mina coming up behind her. "Hurry you are going to be late again!" She called walking past her and into the door of her own classroom. Serena shook her head free of thoughts and rushed to her own classroom before the bell rang.
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Serena rushed to her dance hall, for once she didn't have detention for being late and she wanted to get in the extra hour and a half to practice her routines for the audition. She smiled down at the papers in front of her, the first was her transcript which she needed for her application. Her grades in highschool had increased more than her family had ever thought possible, but it was still not enough to please her parents. Eventually they stopped asking for her tests assuming she failed them all. The other paper was her latest math test. A 98! She had studied so hard for this. Granted she didn't get A's as often as Ami, or the other girls but she got them often enough to keep her GPA within Juliard range.
She continued running to her dance hall not noticing the dark haired man in front of her. They collided and Serena was glad to see that her reputation of being a klutz was still safe.
"Serena, where are you off to in such a rush? Shouldn't you be in detention?" Serena scowled. She couldn't believe that over the past four years she had matured more than he, for she refused to resort to their old game of trading insults.
"No Darien I'm off to study and I have applications to finish." Darien looked at her in surprise. He hadn't seen her much this year, and talking to the girls they said she was always making up excuses not to hang out all the time. He looked at the papers in her arms and saw something that look suspiciously like a math test. Aha! Another failed test will prove she's not going off to study. Or so he thought as he grabbed the papers from her.
"A 98! Serena this is an A!...Wait a minute! This is a calculus test. You got an A on a Calculus test?" Serena tried to grab the papers but then rethought her actions not wanting to wreck the transcript she had waited so long to get. Darien flipped though the other pages and saw what looked like a copy of her transcript. "wow Serena, I had no idea you could do good in school."
Serena stared at him in shock. Was it so hard to believe that she could have decent grades. She sighed everytime she thought she could tell her friends about applying to Juilliard they did something like this.
"Just give it back Darien, I'm late." Darien handed the papers and looked at her strangely, what had gotten into her? Maybe he could ask the girls if they knew. He watched after her with longing. He loved her, she was his Princess. But lately he saw her less and less and he wondered if perhaps they weren't meant to be. After all Serena certainly acted nothing like a princess.
Serena ran the rest the rest of the distance to the studio. She wanted to put herself through her routine, making sure everything was perfect. Her ballet was where she really need to work, but it was her contemporary piece that made her love to dance. Her instructior had helped her pick the song, and while the song had and old style flair it fit her contemporary moves perfectly.
(A/N: Canto Alla Vita by Josh Groban…I put the translation just so you know what I'm talking about)
Dedicato
a chi colpevole o innocente
Perso
in questo mare
Si
è arreso alla corrente
Chi
non è mai stato vincente
Dedicato
a chi aspetta una speranza
Davanti
ad un dolore
Nel
freddo di una stanza
Dedicato
a chi cerca la sua libertà
Canto
alla vita, alla sua bellezza
Ad
ogni sua ferita
Ogni
sua carezza, carezza
I
sing to life, to its tragic beauty
To
pain and to strife
And
all that dances through me
The
rise and the fall, I've lived through it all
Dedicato
a chi la sente inaridita
Come
fosse sabbia asciutta tra le dita
E
la sente già finita
Canto
alla vita negli occhi tuoi riflessa
Fragile
infinita terra a noi promessa
Canto
alla vita canto a voce piena
A
questo nostro viaggio
Che
ancora ci incatena
Ci
chiama
Non
dubitare mai
Non
lasciarla mai da sola, da sola, ancora
Canto
alla vita, alla sua bellezza
Canto
alla vita, canto a voce piena
A
questo nostro viaggio
Che
ancora ci incatena
Ci chiama...
Dedicated
to the one who guilty or innocent
Lost
in this sea
Has
surrendered to the current
And
never wins
Dedicated
to the one who waits for a hope
When
faced with a sorrow
In
the cold of a room
Dedicated
to the one in search of his freedom
I
sing to life, to its beauty
To
each of its wounds
Each
of its caresses, caresses
I
sing to life, to its tragic beauty
To
pain and to strife
And
all that dances through me
The
rise and the fall, I've lived through it all
Dedicated
to the one who feels all dried up
Like
dry sand between the fingers
And
feels like it's already over
I
sing to life reflected into your eyes
Infinitely
fragile land promised to us
I
sing to life, I sing with full voice
To
this journey of ours
That
still puts us in chains
It
calls us...
Don't
ever doubt
Don't
ever leave it alone, alone, again
I
sing to life, to all its beauty
I
sing to life, I sing with full voice
To
this journey of ours
That
still puts us in chains
It calls us...
But the more Serena danced and let the words course through her, the picture of Darien began to form in her mind. His midnight eyes blared within her soul as she saw all the pain behind him, she saw the hopelessness, the loneliness…
As she thought of Darien her motions became more passionate more forceful, as it she was dancing to erase the sorrow from his eyes. For that moment she danced for him and only for him. As the song ended and she took her final pose a name echoed through her "Endymion."
"Bravo Serena! And I had thought you had already perfected that song. My Serena if you can dance with that much passion for Juilliard you'll definitely get in. Have you told your parents yet?" Her teacher asked her still clapping and beaming at her.
She shook her head, and her teacher sighed. But knowing how Serena felt about it she let it go.
"Come on Serena lets practice your ballet, you only have one more week till auditions."
A/N: I don't usually put music in my songs but I just wanted to give an idea of what I was listening to/thinking about when I wrote it. I hope you enjoyed and please review!