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Can't Stop the Music

Chapter 3

Unwanted

(Chapter revised: 5/16/07)

There were certain points in his life that reminded Darien how much being him sucked.

There was that time he had wanted to carry his birthday cake to the table himself like a big boy. In his excitement he had forgotten that the slip-n-slide was by the back door. Long story short, the cake had been soggy and he had cried in front of all of his friends.

Or the time his shorts, which were too big for him, had fallen off in the public pool and he'd been forced to sneak to the life guard wearing a silly, grinning turtle inner tube around his hips. Everyone had glared at him as they cleared the pool so he could find his trunks.

Then there was Raye leaving him for that frou-frou fake, Diamond, and most recently getting turned down by a perfect stranger.

Darien slumped down on the cool leather recliner in his dark apartment. He hadn't bothered to turn the lights on and was now watching the shadows lengthen beneath the moonlight while traffic zoomed by outside his darkened haven. The darkness gave him plenty time to sulk, which probably wasn't healthy.

Not only did he get turned down, but now he had a black eye for his try at charitable work. Her lack of interest is the only thing that prompted him to ask her out.

And she had refused!

You would think she would be ecstatic to go on a date with him. Look at him! Deep blue eyes, charming smile, charisma, and in great shape. He was a catch by his standards, and it wasn't like she was the prettiest girl in the world.

Sort of mousy, really.

Her coke bottle glasses had to be ancient. Could she even see anything out of them anymore? Darien's eyes crinkled in amusement thinking that that was the reason she had such a hard time dancing; she couldn't see her feet!

He thought back to the spaghetti and meatballs that came like strings out of her prudish little head. Maybe if she washed it often and stopped wearing it in that ridiculous style…

She definitely wasn't Miss America and she still had turned him down!

Raye was much prettier.

And she didn't want him either. He begrudgingly admitted that she didn't have glasses to obstruct her view of him.

Raye…

Now he was even more depressed than when he had started his inner rant. When did life start to get complicated? As if things weren't bad enough after Raye, he had to run into the female Mohammad Ali.

Women!

He shook his head to rid him of the terrible times the women had given him but soon regretted it when his right eye started to throb in pain. He hoped he never ran into that terror again.

Serena rubbed her similarly throbbing hand. Though it had been satisfying to hear his head snap with the force of her punch, she couldn't avoid the voice inside that noticed how soft it had been the second she made contact with his flesh.

Then she remembered the horrible name had given her and brutally shoved the crazy voice in the dark recesses of her mind.

She briefly wondered how many women had been lured in with those same corny lines. She pitied them all and quickly squashed the voice that tried to substitute pity for envy. Her indignation rose as she pictured them having to deal with a…a….a womanizer like that!

Didn't he have anything better to do than prey on helpless, innocent girls?

This time she corrected her own wording. She was small but far from helpless. She had three years of kickboxing and Taebo under her belt! She also doubted, judging by his character, that any of the girls he decided to pick up were innocent.

Snorting incredulously, the girl thought about her blond counterpart. Mina would die of laughter if she heard Serena put herself under the innocent category. She'd coax the girl into talking about their encounter and then try and make it seem like Serena was on the make for him.

Which was preposterous. Hff.

He was sorta cute….

"MISS TSUKINO!"

Her thoughts focused so fast she was sure her brain was spinning frantically in her head. Her eyes swept the room, expecting to hear muffled laughter coming from around her. That's when Serena realized the class was empty except for Mrs. Morales, Cicita, and herself.

Fantastic.

"Serena may I ask why you are still here? Class ended 5 minutes ago. And to top it all off Cici tells me you weren't following with the rest of the class. You didn't dance once!"

Serena had been in the back of the class. Mrs. Morales had moved her there in order to avoid her interfering with the other students dancing. She honestly did not recall not moving after the stretches. Yet another reason bloomed in her thoughts as to why that guy was a complete jerk.

She tapped her foot impatiently while Serena nervously fiddled with the hem of her shirt.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Morales. It won't happen again." Eyes shrouded by thick, foggy, glass avoided brown at all costs. She could feel the smug satisfaction rolling off Cicita in waves. She didn't have to see the look on her face.

Blabbermouth.

"You are correct. It will NOT happen again Serena." Mrs. Morales sized her up and made her feel two feet tall all at the same time.

"Not only is your performance becoming very poor, but the class has surpassed you drastically. I will not tolerate imperfection. Nor will I tolerate you harassing the other students!" Cicita must have told her what happened yesterday.

She should have known the little stool pigeon would squawk.

"I am afraid your stay at this academy has been worn out. Please leave before I have you removed myself."

Her brown eyes were cold and unfeeling. Serena could do nothing but nod and keep her tears from spilling over. The teacher who had given her such a hard time brushed past her without a word. Cicita started to do the same.

As the broken girl gathered her things Cicita decided to have the last words knowing it would make her blood boil.

"Adios, Serena."

And that was it.

"I just wanted to pull her hair out, Lita!" A girl stalked irately around a room while a curly haired brunette watched calmly. She didn't want to admit the clam was slowly morphing into exasperation.

"I can't get her smug little face out of my head. That stupid, stupid…stupidhead!" Her mind was slowly running out of bad things to call her. Hours of ranting had depleted her insult reserve. Serena then turned huffily back to her tall friend.

"And do you know what she said as she left?" Lita placed another sundae within her reach, careful not to get to close while Serena was in such a mood.

"Adios, Serena."

Serena looked up shocked before her ice cream covered nose bloomed into a sheepish flush. Lita briefly entertained the thought of Serena looking like the cherry on top.

"I've told you that part, huh Lita?"

"That's the 17th time you've told me, yes. When are you going to get over it?" She continued wiping off her kitchen table. Serena stared dejectedly at her sundae, absently playing with the cherry as she wallowed in self-pity.

"I love dancing, Lita! Don't you understand? I love dancing like you love cooking. I may not be the best at it, but the feeling I get when I dance is like…I don't know…everything!"

As soon as Serena leveled that desperate gaze on Lita, her green eyes softened. She gave Serena a reassuring pat on the head before she went back to cleaning. "Finish your sundae before it melts, Sere."

Lita understood more than Serena thought but knew that only thing she could so was support her best friend.

Elsewhere, the bane of Serena's existence was walking into a familiar arcade. Taking in the atmosphere, he carefully navigated around the hormonal teens and excitable kids that were regular at the Crown.

Andrew had his back to the counter as he prepared yet another milkshake. The dark-haired male slumped down in the closest chair and sighed. He tried to muffled the sounds of little brats playing those idiotic Sailor V games by lying his head in his arms.

"What's up Darien? Hard day?"

A steaming cup of coffee was placed in front of the male without him having to ask. It was the only thing he ever asked for. He rubbed his temples as if to alleviate the impending headache and took a big gulp, ignoring the burning sensation on his tongue.

"You have no idea."

He closed his eyes and savored the coffee. Every sip was sweeter than the last until his nerves were finally much easier to handle. The music coming from the games seemed a little more catchy, and he felt as if the day just might get a little better.

He watched with lazy eyes as Andrew moved easily about. This job seemed second nature to him as he took a small group of girls' orders and delivered them with fast and friendly service. It wasn't until the dirty blond walked past him a third time that he froze and did a double take.

"What the hell happened to you? Did you get hit by a truck?" He leaned forward to examine the swollen yellowish-black bruise closer.

When Andrew let out a low whistle Darien steeled himself for the onslaught of questions that would follow. The girls who had ordered had decided to stay at the bar and flirt with the cute server and had been too curious to avoid hearing new gossip from the other cute ebony-haired guy.

They all leaned in closer to her the juicy details. Darien gave the girls a glare that did not deter them and ran his hands through his already tousled hair. He heard feminine sighs and both he and Andrew rolled their eyes in annoyance.

"This thing was worse, Andy." I swear if I had been any less of a man I would have feared for my more valuable parts. Andrew gave him a skeptical look as if to say he didn't believe a word that was being said.

"Then what in the world was it that gave you that thing?" He pointed his long finger in the direction of Darien's right eye as he picked up a milkshake glass to dry.

"A woman."

The glass Andrew was holding shattered and lay forgotten on the floor as Andrew stared incredulously at his friend. There was silence until the giggles, which were undoubtedly female, started at his side. They did not try to muffle their mirth at hearing such information and Darien wished murder was legal.

"A WOMAN?!"

Andrew didn't know whether to stand mouth agape and be shocked or try in admiration to find the woman that had taken her wrath out on Darien's face. Not that he wasn't a tad bit sorry for his best friend, but to have seen Darien get taken down a few notches by a woman must have been a sight to behold.

People would buy tickets to see that kind of gold!

The blond was brought back into reality when Darien made a nervous gesture with his hands.

"I don't think they heard you in Toronto!" He spoke in hushed tones. He just laughed out loud and moved to refill his cup. Darien tried to ignore the stupid wistful look his stupid friend had on his stupid face.

"Sorry..sorry it's just I never thought I'd see the day," he said without a bit of remorse in his tone.

"Yeah, yeah, just get back to work there's nothing to see here." Andrew stayed put and gave a smug smile. "Since I am the owner of the fine establishment, I think I'll take a break for a few minutes!" He ignored the groan of disapproval and put down a sign noting his break was due.

Darien knew he had lost and watched as the other bane of his existence smiled disarmingly.

He hated his life.

Now where was she going to find a decent class in the middle of the season? It was hard enough to get into Mrs. Morales' class. A familiar set of rounded buns bobbed in frustration as she scanned the school listings on the public library computer.

She was given a sliver of hope at all of the classes still available so late into the season. She gave a tiny squeal but quickly apologized when the librarian shushed her coldly. She quickly wrote down the classes and their locations before scurrying out of the library, careful not to trip down the steep steps.

Maybe this wouldn't be too bad?

(4 hours later)

This was bad. The park was emptying with the slow descent of the sun. She felt a slight chill in the air indicating the summer heat was cooling, but she did not stir from her defeated position on the cool and uncomfortable bench.

The entire day had been a flop. She covered her tired eyes with her cool hands, trying to rub away some of the fatigue that had set in. As another gust of chilly wind seeped into her clothes she wondered why the money gods had not been gracious enough to gift her with a car. At least the walking was good for her legs.

Her shoulders shook with bitter laughter at that thought. What good were great dancers legs when she had no where to learn to dance?

Not only had none of the classes had any available space, but Mrs. Morales had made sure she could not get into any decent school based on her 'reputation'!

Having enough of the cold, Serena angrily stood up and made her way back to the main shops. As she walked she stared listlessly at the people that walked by. She took in expressions and the way lips moved as the talked with others until the smell of food and welcoming sound of beeps and music filled her senses.

Soon the crowd parted to reveal her childhood haven, the Crown Arcade. She felt the faint heat and reveled in the sounds that invaded her ears; the ringing of the bell above the entrance, and the catchy music of her favorite Sailor V game.

She wandered over the white counter feeling both nostalgic and strange. The familiar surrounding made her feel as if she never left, but the unfamiliar games and people made her feel like a stranger in someone else's home.

This definitely wasn't her generation. She scanned the faces of the younger kids and high schoolers before turning back to face the counter. She didn't look up until she heard someone stutter.

"Ser-Serena?"

She stared into uncertain green eyes and admired a handsome face. She rubbed her eyes beneath her glasses before a hint of recognition sparked in her.

"Andrew?"

She had a hard time deciding if it was really him until he gave her that same warm smile that she had almost forgotten. He spread open his long arms and waited.

"Long time no see, Sere."

A flood of memories came rushing back with that gesture and she wasted no time in flinging herself into his open arms. She buried her face in the lower part of his collar and took in his familiar scent, not caring about the stares she was sure they were receiving.

He stumbled back and against the counter to keep himself balanced. "Andrew it's been so long! How have you been? How is Lizze?" The questions kept tumbling out while Andrew just hugged back and enjoyed the reunion.

She and Andrew had been like siblings when they were younger. They had drifted apart when he got old enough to go to school and entered before her. Years passed before she saw him again and she knew that after he went to college there was little chance she would see him again.

But here he was.

"Whoa! One question at a time, Sere! Before I answer any of them I need you to do me a favor." She was speechless for a moment but nodded her head and snuggled deeper into him in order to ingrain him into her mind.

"Anything, Andrew."

He let out an uncomfortable cough and I looked up to see his beat red face and a couple of the parents who were with their kids looking on questioningly.

"Could you get off me?"

He nodded toward his waist and my legs that were wrapped around it. When had she done that? She let out a horrified and gave up trying to figure out how her legs had ended up in such a compromising position. When her legs were back on the ground and her arms released from there death lock around his neck she giggled nervously.

"Opps…"

Serena was humming happily as she took another sip from her milkshake. Her hair swayed as she twisted the stool back and forth. She was waiting impatiently for Andrew to return. The milkshake was cool and delicious as it slid languidly down her throat.

When had the man learned to make such good food?

He used to burn water like she burned cereal! How was it the time had be so unkind and left her as the only one of her friends to have problems in the kitchen? After the cookie incident, Lita wouldn't even let her near the microwave, much less the oven. She skulked in the unfairness of it all while giving a death glare to all who dared to cross her path.

"What have you been up to, Sere?"

Her startled her out of scaring the kid making faces at her through the arcade window. He watched her brow furrow and she took another long sip of her milkshake before answering. "I'm dancing now…well I was dancing." He looked confused and waited for her to elaborate.

She couldn't resist taking another sip. What was in this shake, crack? "I got kicked out! It was horrible! This little J. lo wannabe brat got me kicked out for no reason! Now no decent school will even consider me!"

She drowned her sorrows in the rest of her milkshake, her only real friend in the world. It was comforting and was always there when she- it-it was EMPTY! She sucked and pulled and finally gave a last whimper of defeat. Even her milkshake hated her. Andrew let out a chuckle before taking away the milkshake and leaving her with the straw still in her mouth.

She was so caught up in her shake's betrayal that she looked bewildered before finally composing herself. She sniffed in gratitude and gave the man a watery smile when he came back with a bigger glass. He told her it was 'in case of emergencies' and made a smaller shake for himself.

With her faithful straw still in her mouth she dipped her head back toward her shake and began anew. The blond male just shook his head at her antics before commenting on her earlier statement.

"Somehow I doubt that she got you kicked out for no reason. With all the time we spent together I learned two things: with you, there is ALWAYS a reason, and trouble seems to follow you everywhere. My friends used to warn me to stay away from you if I knew what was good for me." He shook his head theatrically and gave her a miserable glance.

"If only I had listened…"

"…"

"Ow! I forgot how hard you punch."

Andrew watched in awe as Serena finished off her fourth milkshake. His mind wandered back to the predicament she was in. Serena needed a dance instructor. His friend needed someone who was not Raye. Maybe he could kill the proverbial two birds with one stone?

Her deep intake of air tugged him from his musings. He glanced her way to find the crazy girl coming up for air only to finish up the rest of her milkshake. It wasn't until a few minutes later that Serena felt a burning between her eyes.

He was staring at her. Intently.

"What? Is there something on my face?" She quirked her lips nervously, moving quickly to wipe the milkshake that was dripping down her chin.

"What kind of dancing did you do Serena?" He watched her expression carefully. It seemed her whole being changed as her eyes glazed over in joy. It only lasted a second before she scrunched her nose up in an endearing way.

"Salsa. Well Latin dances to be general."

Serena studied his expression just like the man before her had done. She opened her mouth to say something but shut it with a snap. Maybe she shouldn't bother him. She flopped forward on the counter; arms outstretched, and felt the cold condensation before spotting the tasty culprit.

Andrew's shake.

Her brows raised, and a smile to rival the Cheshire cat split her face. His shake stood there cold, lonely, and oh so delicious. She looked around and could practically hear mission impossible playing in her mind. Slowly, she inched her way over to the forbidden shake. She briefly spared a glance in Andrew's direction.

Clear.

Inch by inch her hand slid the beautiful glass over to her side. She wouldn't drink it all. Just a little sip to quench her thirst. He wouldn't even miss it!

She was so close. The drink was situated in front her doe eyes as she pulled the straw to her mouth. Her eyes closed in rapture as her mouth closed over the straw. Just a little tast-"I GOT IT!"

Dammit.

"What? Huh?"

Her hair tapped her face lightly and she struggled to right her glasses, which had slipped and were hanging precariously by one ear. She knew if she could see her face she would look like she had gotten her hand caught in the cookie jar.

"I'm sorry! I was just so thirsty, and it looked so lonely. It was just a little sip. Inanimate objects have feelings too! You should-"

He wasn't even looking at in her direction.

He had turned around and was pacing while he mumbled to himself. The guilt faded away into glee at being sneakier than she thought. She looked up at him again. Distracted he was. Very distracted. Ho hum!

She decided it out of the goodness of her own heart to help him. She would just relieve him of the duty of having to finish the whole shake by himself . She quickly snatched the shake back and smothered the greedy cackle that was soon to follow.

She swung her legs happily as she took a sip of Andy's superb dairy delight. She only looked up again to observe his hilarious thinking ritual, stopping his pacing only to mumble and start up again a minute later.

What a...lovely site they made. Customers walked up to the counter but thought twice at seeing the scene before them.

A crazy blonde with an interesting hairstyle was humming, loudly and off-key, while spinning in circles on a stool. In her hands, a half empty (or half full for you optimists) milkshake was being held as if it were the secret to life and was forbidden to be seen by human eyes.

The owner of the fine establishment was pacing frantically behind the counter and was obvious oblivious to the stares they were receiving. He never faltered in his pacing and proceeded to mutter words that made no sense under his breath.

The sound of his hands slamming down on the counter startled her.

"Honey bunches of oats!"

She watched in horror as her milkshake started to fall towards the tile. With cat-like reflexes she never knew she had, she snatched it out of the air and continued with her forbidden affair.

"Serena I think I know how to solve your problem." Blue eyes met green with a hint of madness in them. She tried to sound nonchalant seeing as she held his milkshake in her greedy little palms.

"Oh?"

Andrew nodded emphatically. "He's a friend of mine. Don't give me that look, I do have friends now!" Serena just snorted. "Anyway this friend is looking for a new dance partner since his old one sort of left him out to dry."

Serena looked suspicious. "Uh huh…"

"And you need a dance teacher! It would all work out. You would get taught for free and he would have a partner for competitions. He's practically the best there is….well…besides this one guy who keeps beating him, but tomaytoes, tomahtoes! Are you up for it?"

Serena was heart deep in milkshake before she realized Andrew had directed a question at her.

"Huh...oh sure whatever."

His eyes practically sparkled with a new light as she went back to enjoying her shake. Maybe she should be a little worried as to what she just agreed to. The man was obviously off his rocker. She would just have to trust that he hadn't asked her to do something scandalous like sell her body on the street so he could raise the extra money to buy the new Sailor V game.

She was now calmly enjoying her shake at the same time his hand searched blindly for his shake. "I swear I'm so underappreciated. Here I go saving peoples lives with my genius and I barely get any recognition. When he felt air, his confident expression quickly turned confused.

"Serena have you seen my-"

He looked up at Serena to ask for her help and a look of recognition sweep across his features. The hollow sound of an empty glass reached his ears as the blond finished off the last of his milkshake. She looked up guiltily and cast a sheepish glance to the now empty milkshake.

"Umm…sorry?"

"Serena!"

Darien watched with fascination as yet another dancer went tumbling to the floor and struggled into a posing split. He put his head in his hands and mumbled tiredly through his fingers, "Thank you, but the position is to be filled by someone with talent. NEXT!"

"Should I have come with a routine ready?"

Darien wondered if God liked torturing him.

"What do you want you bastard?" He just stood there and smiled that same smug grin. The bruise had yet to fully heal. It was now in the yellow green stages with smudges of purple still visible. He had made sure to take pictures everyday since the bruise occurred. It made him feel infinitely better.

"Hey, now is that anyway to talk to the guy who just might have the answer to your prayers?"

"You mean you finally agreed to let me date your sister?" Deep azure eyes watched in humor as his sputtering friend turned many shades of red.

"I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM HER!"

His nostrils flared and Darien had the smarts to put his hands up in surrender. "Ok, ok I get the point already. Besides, she already told me I'm not her type."

Darien just barely managed to dodge the tackle. Outside, many anxious girls looked on in worry at the sounds coming from behind the foreboding door. Andrew breathed deeply and realized that beating Darien black and blue would not help Darien.

It would just make Andrew feel better. So he straightened out his clothes and put his confident grin back onto his, in his opinion, handsome face.

"I found you a partner."

"Explain."

Andrew was a bit perturbed by the time he was done with his explanation. The whole time Darien had seemed to do everything but listen. Now he was leaning back in his chair with two feet on the small table in front of him.

"Well? What do you think?"

"…"

Andrew wanted so badly to kick the two remaining legs of the wooden chair out from underneath his long-time friend.

Darien contemplated his answer. He did need a competent partner. If he didn't get one soon Diamond would practically win by default. The logical thing to do would be to accept the girl Andrew had found to replace Raye.

"No."

His mouth dropped open and he visibly struggled for words. "Why the heck not?" I've seen the talent out there and you'd have better luck finding a dancer with no legs!"

Darien did not want his friend to win this argument. "I'm sure there's someone out there good enough. I did see a redhead who looked like she could dance." He shrugged noncommittally.

"She was on crutches, you nutter."

"The cast might be off by the time competition gets here."

"How will she practice with one leg? Do you expect to drag her around the room?"

Darien was at a loss. He didn't want a girl Andrew picked to turn out to be better than anyone he would have picked, but at the same time the auditions were going nowhere fast. He sighed in defeat knowing Andrew would not leave it at a simple no.

"How do I know she can dance? Does she have any rhythm? Have YOU seen her dance before? And most importantly, is she cute?"

Andrew's shoulders hunched in the imitation of a shrug. "I haven't exactly seen her dance. You COULD say she's cute in her own little way. But she's a fast leaner and loves to dance."

"In other words she's hideous."

His head shot up, appalled. "NO! I didn't say that! She's just very unique."

Darien knew exactly what he meant. The girl probably collected and talked to her stuffed animals as a hobby.

"Let me guess she has a great 'personality'. You know that's old maid in guy language." His eyes watched in mirth as Andrew looked everywhere but at him. This was the perfect time to mock him. Because, what were friends for?

"What? I'm sorry I didn't quite hear you." A tick was starting to develop right at the corner of his blond friend's jaw.

"At least meet her."

Darien had to submit to his curiosity. This wasn't like his friend at all. He must really like this girl to go through all this trouble of not smashing a hole in the wall. Why not take the chance? He didn't have to pick her.

"Why not?"

A slender figure stood outside of a very deserted arcade. The lone figure cursed irritably and paced back and forth, willing the doors to magically open and let her in. She slumped against the wall and cursed the existence of a very soon to be dead blond.

Because it ought to be a sin against God to be awake this early on a Friday.

Serena stood determinedly in front of the darkened glass doors. It was a showdown of wills. Just when she was about to kick in the door Andrew jogged up the street. Wanting to hug him and shoot him at the same time, she stayed put to avoid being sent to prison and being cell mates with a hairy woman named Bertha.

He muttered a breathless apology before unlocking the door and turning on the lights. It took him at least ten minutes to fully acknowledge her. In a comforting gesture she grabbed the light jacket she was wearing tighter.

It may have been early summer, but it still got a little chilly in the early morning. Especially when you had her version of next to nothing on.

Andrew turned and looked at her expectantly.

"Did you bring it?"

The way he said it made her feel like she was in the middle of a dangerous drug drop-off. Opting to get comfortable instead, she shrugged the jacket off and ignored his question. "Now you want to talk. No, 'Serena, how are you? I'm sorry to wake you up so early in the morning. I'm glad you could come. Milkshake, Serena?'.

Serena felt slightly uncomfortable in one her old practice dresses. The soft pink color complemented her well and the dress was just snug enough to fit. The front fell modestly to her knees and trail slightly longer in the back, which she liked a lot.

Unfortunately the thin straps that led to a low cut diamond back were what made her uncomfortable. Andrew watched interestedly as she fell into the flexible stretches of a dancer before moving to set up shop.

"What was the point of this? Why do you want me to wear this stuff? Are you going to answer me? Andrew!" Startled he looked up from the cash register.

"You'll see." He gave an annoying wink that drove her crazy with curiosity.

She stomped huffily in her frustration and wondered how two people could make her feel like she was back in high school again. Andrew was the first of course. The other was that sort of handsome pain in the butt that had practically molested her in the dance studio.

Hoping all those movies she had seen had some truth to them, Serena snuck up behind Andrew. She leaned over so the only thing touching Andrew was her lips on his ear. He held down a shiver and stiffened when she blew hotly in his ear.

"Andrew…I don't want to wait. I really want to know NOWWWW!" Satisfied that he would be partially deaf for the next few minutes, she sat down to enjoy the quiet atmosphere. She did not ask for her milkshake. Andrew had limited her to a milkshake a day for a week to punish her for taking his without asking.

Meanie.

He rubbed his ear and glared at the deafening girl. She just smiled and waved her hands in a 'go on!' gesture.

"I found a teacher for you. Before he even considers taking you on he wants to see you and what you can do. He should be here any minute now, actually."

She listened attentively and wiped the bit of fog off of her glasses. She was actually really excited to get dancing again, but she didn't have a routine.

Blond hair whipped around in anticipation as the melodic ringing of the bell signaled the entrance of the person who she appreciated greatly for considerin-

"YOU!"

Done. This took much longer than I expected to switch point of views. I think it's a bit boring in some places because I got tired of retyping things, but I tried to add some more humor. Hope it worked.