Romance Dance

{Prologue}

You slowly walk up to the front gate of the large, bland, grey and white building. You stare at the school for quite a while, admiring its perfection. After all, you have dreamt of this moment for years.

A chilly breeze sways through the trees that surrounds the school, and flows through your nice [h/c] hair.

"So, this is Chikoso's Academy For The Talented, huh?" You say to yourself as if you've been through this whole "new girl" process hundreds of times.

Your tone of voice made it sound like you were very bored, and uninterested almost everyday, but on the inside you were breaking down with joy. You are fairly experienced, and you know that you can't lose your cool on the first day of your auditions.

You walk up the stair, through the gate leading to the main entrance.

"This must be the entrance to the... music room?" You guess with a confused look on your face.

There is no sign on the door, so you don't know which room is which, and no one even gave you a map, or a schedule!

You were a very organized person, and the thought of all of this made you sick to your stomach.

"Well, let's just give this a go." You say to yourself.

You extend your arm towards the door handle, and as soon as your skin makes contact with the cold, metal bar on the door, you hear a loud, ringing sound, which sounds similar to a band of french horns.

"Ahhh! What is that sound supposed to mean? Possibly the bell?" You ask yourself.

The ringing comes to an abrupt stop. But then another sound begins to arise. It sounds as if it is coming from the other side of the door, and it is getting closer!

You quickly piece all the incidents together in your head.

"The bell, the sound from the other side of the door, the fact that it sounds like its getting closer!" You think to yourself.

Now you know what's about to go down...

Thoughts rush in and out of your head, should you move to the side? Should you continue to open the door? Should you let fate decide what happens next?

Everything is happening so fast, in reality, and in your vivid imagination, which leads you to one option. A conclusion that seems the most logical, for the split second you had to fathom it.

"Stampede!" You scream at the top of your lungs, as the door bursts open. People begin to flood out of the building. Countless amounts of people. This amazing force flings you like a helpless rag doll into a metal pole.

A force so powerful that it almost knocks you unconscious, almost. You feel a cold, tingling sensation come upon you, followed by dizziness. You lay siting upright against the pole, with your eyes barely opened.

The people have stopped flooding out of the door, and all that is left are the occasional passer-by's.

As you begin to close your eyes, (you have given up on all other options) you see a boy, a boy with decent yellow hair. Although he walks casually, similar to a stray cat, he looks as if he knows where to go.

For some strange reason, seeing him gives you an unknown feeling of hope. Maybe he will notice you?