The Privilege Of Being Yours

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Rocky's POV

I ran out of the tiny condo and next to the wooden pole layered in tacks with paper being held under it. Flyers from head to toe (of the pole) covered the pole- flyers for Shake It Up: Hollywood.

Cece and I were on Shake It Up: Chicago together when we were younger. I quit after I caught Cece and Deuce kissing. Anyway, my dream was always to be a dancer. I wanted to be a hip-hop and ballet dancer. I had the dream since I was five, and I stuck to it. Now, twelve years later (A/N Yes that makes all of them 17) I still want to pursue the dream.

I snatched a flyer close to my elbow and read it- Auditions for Lead Dancers!

Happy thoughts flooded through my mind as I jumped up and down-I could do this! I could be a spotlight dancer weekly, and I will be known as the LEAD from Shake It Up: Hollywood!

"Rochelle! Get back inside! It's chilly and you don't even have shoes on!" my mom snapped from the porch. I nodded and obeyed her.

I continued to stare at the flyer as I fell asleep. But I couldn't. I was too excited to sleep. Instead, I ran outside and sat on the porch steps.

I slowly began to fall asleep on the steps when a voice said, "Rochelle?"

I looked up in alarm to see my ex, Trey. He was smiling awkwardly, which I did to him too.

"Hi, Trey. How are you?" I asked.

"Good…and you?"

"Fine."

We sat in silence for a while before I thought of a question.

"So what are you doing this early in the morning?" I asked sleepily.

"Looking for somebody," he growled darkly.

"Pardon?"

"Couldn't sleep," he said louder, although I did hear what he said.

"Oh," I said, simply.

"So any guys in your life?" he asked.

"Nope, not right now," I lied.

"That's cool. I don't know why we broke up anyway," Trey shrugged.

"Oh," I repeated, staring at the concrete. Uninvited, Trey sat on the stairs next to me.

"I know what you're thinking," he smirked.

"You do?" I asked.

"Yeah. I wanna get back together too," he said.

"Oh, do you now?" I said hurriedly, scooting over fast. He scooted over too.

"Yeah," he said, leaning in.

"No!" I cried.

"What? Don't be a baby, Rochelle," Trey urged.

"No, I gotta go," I murmured.

"Rochelle, speak up. I wanna hear you ask me out," Trey demanded.

"No," I practically whispered.

"What?" he said angrily, leaning up against me.

I quickly stood up and ran inside.

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The next day, I woke up early, got dressed in my funkiest clothes, and headed out the door to my car.

First, I glanced around. No sign of Trey. That was good.

I hopped in my car and drove to the address on the flyer, which was the Shake It Up: Hollywood studio.

I was greeted by a host who said her name was Sydney Moss. I recognized her from A Day With Nana- a fail sitcom. She showed me around to the identical studio of Shake It Up Chicago.

The auditions went fast, not a lot of people showed up. I made it through, and Sydney gave me the schedule for the season.

I returned the next day. We shot our first episode. It was a hit, and I got my desired spotlight dance.

"Rock!" Sydney called. I walked over to her, latte in hand.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"You were fabulous! I want to call my assistant to call an agent to send a message about you! You are going to be famous! You'll be a dancer!"

And thus, dreams do come true in California.