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Michael laid on his bad, twirling the picture of little Lincoln in his hand. They decided to stay at his old loft since it was the biggest and LJ was already waiting there for them. He used his old room whil Lincoln and Sara used the room next to him and LJ used the one with on the northern side of the building. All that was on his mind was Clarissa and little Lincoln. He only wanted a few moments with her so he could explain but he didn't see that happen as he saw how she reacted now.

All he wanted was to come back home and put that ring to use he has had in his pocket for a while now.

Sure, they didn't know each other that long but look at his brother and his wife. They got married within 5 months of being together and he knew they could make it work. They'd be together, get married, have kids and live a happy life. No plans, no escapes, no nothing. Just them.

That night, he didn't get any rest and instead just looked at the picture of little Lincoln. 'Cause Sara had three of them, she gave one to Michael because she thought he could use it for on the way and she had seen him hold it in his hand more than once and kiss it during the hard times.

It was late in the afternoon, when they all piled in a car and drove to the arena for the charity. After they left the house, Michael asked LJ to do some digging and the young man found out that the fundraiser would indeed be in the arena, like all other years.

They arrived and were actually amazed by how many people came to the fundraiser. Long lines were lining up and a man with a sign saying 'Family' stood next to them. Sara started walking in that direction and talked to the man. Not even ten minutes later, they had their spots in the arena. They were sitting close to the big stage but not too much in the eye. They wanted her to see them but they didn't want her to run before they even saw her.

"Sara, are you sure that Clarissa will perform tonight?"

"Well, the teachers did perform as well and from what I gathered today, the students love her. It happened once or twice that the students ask for a teacher to come on stage and dance with them. I am 95% sure that she will be on that stage tonight." She explained to LJ. "I just don't know when."

"So I have to sit here all night, possibly?"

"Not just possibly, bud. Surely." His father told him. "This woman is importnant to your uncle, we're getting her. We have to."

"But if you want to leave, LJ. You can take the car and go. I'm sure your father, Sara and I will find our ways back." Michael said. "It's your choice."

"Nah, I'd rather sit here than alone in the loft. No offense, it's nice and all but I've been alone enough."

Michael and his brother chuckled. "We get ya, bud. We get ya."

The spots dimmed and a screeching sound was heard before Clarissa and another teacher- a male teacher- came on stage. "Good evening!"

Michael's head snapped up at the sound of her voice. "Clarissa." He breathed.

With a wonderful smile and in a lovely attire- all black with white Chuck's and a Jean jacket- she was standing on stage with a microphone in hand. "Welcome everybody. Are you guys ready to be amazed?"

The crowd errupted in cheers. "Alrighty! That's a good one but I'm sure you can do better. Are you guys ready to be amazed?"

The cheers grew louder and Clarissa nodded with a big smile. "See! That's better. For those that do not know me, I am Clarissa Tancredi and I teach Hip-Hop and R&B along with Freestyle every Monday, Tuesday, Friday and Saturday. I'll be your host tonight."

"Hello everybody!" The guy next to her cheered. "Most should know me, I am Frederico Grey and I teach Latin and Ballroom every Wednesday and Friday. This lovely lady next to me helps me from time to time. I will be your other host tonight."

"Fred, I have a suggestion." Clarissa started, making Sara chuckle.

"That is so Clarissa." She murmured from next to Michael to which he nodded.

"This will be good." Frederico sighed. "What's your suggestion?"

"Other years, you guys let the new students wait until the 7th performance or so to come on stage but I've been where they are right now. It's not fun, the nerves and then all the critisism... it's not fun. I want to relieve them off that stress."

"So, what? You want to call them on stage first?"

"Yeah!" She said, before turning to the crowd. "What do you think?"

The audience agreed with her. "Okay, seems like you win. Guys, are you ready?" The crowd cheered and Frederico nodded. "Alright. That is clear! Students, are you guys ready?"

"I think they are. Why do we keep them waiting?"

"I don't know!" Frederico played along. "Guys come on."

Students from the ages of 5 to 8 lined up on stage, including Lincoln. "Guys, are you ready?"

"I think there are, Fred. Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you the newest batch of Hip-Hop students? Dancing to 'Ayo' from Chris Brown, give it up everybody!"

Turning around, the two started making their ways to the back but before she went off stage, she crouched down next to her son and whispered to him. Michael guessed she was wishing him good luck. He couldn't help but smile at the motherly gesture.

"That is so Clarissa." Sara repeated her earlier words.

"She's beautiful, uncle Mike. The boy she talked to, isn't that little Lincoln?" He asked to which his uncle nodded. "He's cool. And a good dancer."

"He is."

"Michael." Sara said, trying to get his attention. Looking down at her, he frowned as she was facing away from him.

Following her gaze, she found what she was looking at. "Crap."