Ruined h.s. (AU)

Prologue / Authors Note.

Her face was impossible to read as the sweat trickled down her face repeating her movements almost perfecting them. She was just as slow as the music playing around her, pirouette after pirouette, rolls after rolls on the gorund, jump after jump, splits after splits. Once the music would end she would rewind it and do it all over again, her cheeks were slightly red as she let out shallow breathes while trying to balance herself on one leg while doing another pirouette, and as she rolled on the ground her loose top lifted up slightly exposing her bra, and I quickly looked away. I've been watching her silently for a while now, everyday for at least two hours, but she doesn't know; she will never know.

I watched her with curiousity as she did a few more stretched before rewinding her music and sitting on her feet in the middle of the wooden flor. As the music started to play she started dancing, I stood in amazement at her flexibility, how she has practiced this dance for months for what? For a lead role in a production? For a small University here in England? She suddenly stopped dancing and laughed.

"Oh I didn't see you there," She said breathlessly, the first time I heard her speak properly other than a few curse words when she did the wrong move, her voice light and happy instead of angry and disappointed.

"Of course you didn't Miss Almost-to-be-Juilliard-Dancer," I heard another girl laugh.

"Oh whatever," She replied.

"Come on Delilah, you know you're going to ace the audition, plus you're taking a year off, I don't see why you're stressing now," Her friend said.

Juilliard. That's why all of the hours of dancing by herself, perfecting her moves, not for some dumb production but for Juilliard, the best Performing Arts School in the world. I focussed my attention back onto Delilah as she tied her hair up into a pony tail, her long black hair cascading down her back until it was under her shoulder blades, she was beautiful, the way the sweat glistened on her forehead when the sun hit her, the way her brown eyes would light up whenever she did something right or got excited over something. The way she laughed so hard her eyes would squeeze closed as she would hold her stomach, the way she smelled of mint on a summers day, and the way she is so perfect without even trying. Once she was changed and the two girls left, I stepped away from the curtain unveiling myself to an empty dance studio; one day I'll talk to her.

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Hi :)

Dedicated to areyoupositive because she came up with the title!

I just wanted to let you know that this story is AU (alternative universe) so mosth things will be made up, unless of course you have heard of these things (Juilliard etc). I just wanted to say that I know nothing about Juilliard and I have done some research so I apologise in advance if I write anything that is incorrect.

I hope you enjoy this story - I know the prologue is creepy but you'll get it soon. Cast list is on the side >>>> I will hopefully update once every week or two depending on school and work but I'll let you know.

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