Updated! I won't be able to for a week, though. I already wrote the chapters, just need to type them in. Please please comment!

-MuseGoddess

CENTER FOR THE ARTS

THEATER OF DIONYSUS

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 17

11:47 AM

Skye's POV

"I know a place

Where the grass is really greener, oh oh

Warm, wet and wild

There must be something in the water."

The music filled Skye as she moved around the glass cube, alone. The eyes of her fellow bun-heads followed her every move as she fought to pirouette, hip-jut, and whirl to keep Mimi's respect.

The song's last strains ended to reveal Skye in fourth position, panting slightly.

Ophelia and Prue burst into applause. Skye grinned at them, and turned to see Triple's reaction—when she realized with a small pang that the mo-dan-tress had left Alpha Island. For good.

Although Skye hadn't been BFFs with Triple, she still felt a bit guilty—only a bit!—for convincing the diva to sneak onboard the Alpha cruise ship. That had ended with Triple tattling on Skye—and getting expelled. Her frenemy had helped her—through hours of strenuous boot camp—to show Mimi that she was actually worth something as a dancer. Skye had succeeded, a fact shown when Mimi strode over and patted her on the shoulder.

Actual pattage! Skye would've died if her instructor had done that just a week before, but had gotten used to it. Ever since Triple had gotten expelled, Skye had suddenly become Mimi's favorite student. Although the strict instructor didn't treat her exactly like she had Triple (perhaps a tad harsher?) it came as a welcome change.

"Good job, Sleeves," said Mimi as Skye stretched. "Although you ending does need a little finish. Again!"

The voice-activated translucent walls registered her speech pattern and pumped out Katy Perry's "California Girls" yet again.

Skye sighed and arranged her body in opening position.

Andaone-two-three-four!Skye began to dance.

After class ended, Skye tiredly pressed the button to call the elevator. Mimi had made her repeat the routine three more times, pointing out to Ophelia and Prue her perfect poise.

Favoritismisn'tallit'scrackeduptobe,she thought, eager for a nice long bath.

After showering, Skye checked her aPod's clock. Twelve forty-three! She needed to meet Dingo at one.

Hurrying to her closet, Skye chose a metallic blue halter top and a matching ruffled miniskirt that emphasized her long legs, accentuated by a pair of glimmering gold gladiator sandals. Then she slipped on a pair of glittery gold dance sleeves before sticking her long platinum hair into a perfect side braid.

As she left Jackie O, surf bag slung casually over her shoulder, a silver golf-cart like vehicle pulled up. Its wheels and handles were a pure, bright white. Unlike traditional golf carts, it had two doors with darkly tinted windows and a trunk lid.

The surprise came when she saw the driver.

Skye's heart pounded as the driver's seat door swung open and a boy walked out wearing a white polo and dark denim jeans. A pair of Ray-Bans was perched casually on his black hair and his twilight-blue eyes were fixed intently on Skye's.

"Taz?"

"The one and only," he grinned. "Hey Skye, just wondering—do you need a ride?"

And it ends there. Charlie will be up next, sorry.