Clove's POV
"Oh my god, Peeta! What happened?" I ask, as Peeta walks in the dance studio on crutches. He is my dance partner, and I can't pull off our routine if he is not there.
"I fell over and sprained it, doctor said i'll be in a cast for 4 weeks. I am so sorry Clove. Maybe if you just find someone you can rehearse with, then I will be back before you know it."
"It is okay Peeta, I will find someone to rehearse with until you get better." I say, knowing there is no one that could pull off this routine.
He walks out of the studio, and Glimmer my other best friend walks in. She is a ballet and Drama major.
"OMG! Clove, I haven't seen you in ages!" She says hugging me.
"Glimmer! Its been a while, how is drama and ballet?" I hug her back.
"Its good, I think I have a shot at getting somewhere in them both! How is the showcase coming along?"
"Not to good Glimmer, Peeta has fell and sprained his leg. There is no one who could pull this off." I sigh.
"Why don't you audition the sophomores or juniors?"
"I am going to have to, but I don't think any of them could handle it to be honest."
"Awe, Clove I am truly sorry I have to go. Big meeting, ill come and help with whatever I can. Love ya." She says hugging me.
"Love you too, see you later."
I have at least 10 sophomores and juniors, lined up trying to get the part in my showcase.
My dance has a lot of lifts, and none of these seem strong enough, I notice the new janitor guy cleaning windows, he keeps staring at me.
"Okay, so you will be a temp replacement, I have a range of 3 exercises, get past first base, and we will see if your eligible, got it?"
"First base, equals lifts. Okay, you.. Isaac? Catch me."
It is no use, no one can do it. For starters Isaac is terrible! He couldn't lift a fly! I try the next one, and the next. Nobody seems to have the strength. I see the janitor guy snickering. The last guy, Byron picks me up, but drops me. He trys to help me up but I refuse, I thank him and say I will be in touch. As if, I sit on the chair for a while, and stand up in my heeled shoes and go to walk out the door.
"I'll do it." I hear the window cleaner guy say.
"Do what?" I turn around.
"Whatever them guys were trying to do."
"You wanna lift me?" I say confused.
"Well whatever they were trying to do."
"Thanks, but I can find someone else." I say, and he puts the cleaner in the bucket and goes to walk away.
"I was.. only trying to help."
I stand and think for a moment, and then say "Wait...catch me."
I run towards him and he picks me up, he is at least 6 foot tall, I stay there for a few seconds. "Thanks..um, put me down?"
He lets go of me, but catches me, bridal style and then puts me down. I think, he is the only one who has the strength, and the time.
"Please Director Snow." I say.
"But this is your final piece Clove, you cannot afford any risks."
"I understand Director Snow but I need a partner, just to rehearse with until Peeta gets better." I plead.
"What about a solo Clove." Director Snow asks.
"I don't have time to work out a solo, not a good one anyway."
"What about the juniors and sophomores?"
"I've auditioned a bunch of them, none of them can handle it." I say begging Director Snow lets Cato fill in. "Believe me , he wasn't my first choice, he just happened to be there, please. It is just a rehearsal partner until Peeta can perform."
"This would be your risk Clove."
"So... yes?" I ask.
"I am agreeing, but remember Clove, your risk." He says, nodding.
"Thankyou , you wont regret this I promise." I say, holding in my happiness.
"I hope I won't Clove, you are dismissed." He says dialling a number on the phone.
"Okay, so tomorrow, same place and time. Bring tights." I say, and walk off.
"Tights?" I hear him say.
I start to practice in the dance hall when Cato walks in, I check my watch. "I'm not late." He says.
"And your not dressed either, you can change in the bathroom."
"I am changed." He says blankly.
"I told you to bring tights." I fold my arms.
"Do I look like I own tights?"
"What about your shoes?" I say looking at his trainers.
"Move better with em on." He says staring at me.
"Afraid you might slip and fall?" I say, he takes his trainers off.
"Okay, so where do we start?" He says, I put my hand to his chest and push him back. "Lets start simple."
"Step, knee, step, finn, step, turn, change, contract." I look at him "Get that?" he nods.
"Okay, step, knee, step, f-" I look at him through the mirror, "Come on."
"Okay got that?" I say after teaching him the basic bit, "Now pique."
"Wait, what the hell is a pique?" Cato says.
"This." I say doing the step, "Is a pique."
"Okay from the top, step, knee, step, finn, step, turn, change, contract, pique," Then I hear someone clapping.
"Wow, he does seem like the real deal, shame you there was no one else." Marvel, my boyfriend says.
"Excuse me? If you have a problem we can take this outside?!" Cato says stepping closer to Marvel, he must be over a foot taller than him.
"Stop." I say. "You, get back to dancing." I point to Cato, "You, get back to producing your music, i'll be fine baby I promise."
"I don't want you near scum like him." Marvel laughs.
"Scum, you fucking posh stuck up brat, I am helping your girlfriend out here, and what are you doing? Sitting on your arse watching her." Cato shouts.
"Marvel, go now." I say shooing him out the door.
"Thank god for that." I mumble under my breath.
"Should we get back to the dance... um, I never got your name?"
"Its, Clove.. and yeah we should."
A/N: Don't worry, Clato will appear soon! Thanks for the review! I hoped you like it and yeah? Review for more xoxo
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