Londy One Shots

Again 🥺

Lonny jumped out of his car, cursing to himself in annoyance for his own stupidity and carelessness.

He had left his sheet music at the auditorium. Two days before the first performance of the season for the ballet company. Lonny wasn't a dancer(he had two left feet and no sense of his own body), but he did play the trumpet in the orchestra, and if he was lacking in his performance because he hadn't been practicing? The conductor would be livid.

Lonny was mostly just angry that he hadn't realized what he had done until right before he started getting ready for bed.

The curly haired man fished out the key his roommate had given him, thanking anyone that was listening that Evan worked for the dance company as well, and had a key.

"If you tell anyone I let you borrow my key, I will get fired, and you will have to find a new roommate that can afford the rent here." Evan had said to him as he tossed him the keys from where he sat on the couch.

Lonny entered the building, and made a beeline for the auditorium, hoping that his sheet music was still sitting on his stand in the orchestra pit.

Classical music could be heard through the door before Lonny opened it, and he paused. He tilted his head to the side in confusion as he checked his phone for the time.

11:28 PM

'Who the hell is still here?' The musician thought to himself before he opened the door to the side entrance, and stepped in slowly.

The room was completely empty... except for the stage. A dancer spun and leapt across the stage gracefully, dressed in a pair of black tights, and a form fitting black tank top.

'Should've known.' Lonny sighed, a slight smile on his face as he watched the dancer stretch his leg up high in front of him, but that Lonny didn't know the name of the move.

Andy Biersack was a principal dancer of the Feldmann company, he was probably the best ballet dancer there, and there was good reason why.

He never stopped working. Ever.

'Again, again, again!' Andy could hear his old ballet instructor screaming in his head, the sound of her hands slamming together as a makeshift metronome echoing through his ears along with angry counting in French.

The dancer spun on one leg, his arms spread out as he turned a few times at a speed that Lonny knew would have him stumbling and sick if he himself did it. He looked graceful, beautiful even. It was like this was more effortless than breathing for Andy.

Suddenly Andy stopped, his black hair hanging in his eyes as he panted, the sheen of sweat on his skin glistening in the light.

"Damnit!" Andy cursed out loud, walking over to where he had his speaker and phone so he could restart the song.

Not good enough, never good enough. Andy wanted to scream as he rolled his shoulders, his jaw tight and his brow furrowed in frustration as he picked apart everything he had just done.

'Do you want to be a a principal dancer, Andrew or do you want to be another failure that isn't good enough to even walk past a dance studio?' Was something his instructor would ask him whenever he couldn't get choreography down fast enough.

Lonny's brows furrowed at this. The performance looked perfect to him. He made his way over to the edge of the stage, and paused at the entrance to the orchestra pit for a moment. Andy was completely focused on rehearsing, he could grab the sheet music, and leave before the dancer would ever notice.