Fandom Imagines and Such

Burim Imagine

BURIM IMAGINE FROM SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE

A/N: I think he's awesome, don't like, don't read, also don't like, don't judge. That's the song you sing later.

WARNING: Suggestive things at the end. , swearing and very long (I realized I stopped doing the warnings for a bit, but now I'm doing them again)

(Y/N) Lythgoe, that was your name. Daughter of Nigel Lythgoe, singer, songwriter, choreographer. You couldn't really dance, but when you described the dance to Tabitha and Napoleon they understood and taught the dancers. Right now you were animatedly explaining the next dance to them using hand gestures. They were smiling, ecstatic about teaching this. You abruptly stopped, frozen in moving your hands like an explosion when the door opened. Your eyes were wide open and in the mirror you saw Burim, one of the guys on team street, the team you were secretly routing for.

Tabitha laughed at your face, and you unfroze and lightly slapped her cheek. Burim looked really nervous. "Um... sorry... I just... um... left my jacket here," he stuttered, and hurriedly picked up his jacket, rushing out of the room. You all laughed once he left, he probably had no idea who you were.

TIME SKIP (Brought to you by Dean's apple pie)

It was the night, the night where you preformed on stage. You were going to sing a cover, and later in the show you would sing a song you wrote. Heidi was on stage, ready to introduce you.

"And without further adieu! (Y/N) Lythgoe!" There was silence for a second, then hushed whispers fell over the crowd. Mostly people asking about when Nigel had a daughter. You smiled, walking onto the stage, waving at people. They cheered, quietly, but they'd never heard of you, so it was more than nothing.

"Hello!" You said in your american accent. "Go ahead dad," you sighed, knowing what he was about to say.

"Alright," he said turning around to the audience. "Who here thinks she's pretty? Guys?" About 3/4 of the men in the audience raised their hands, and Nigel glared at the entire audience. "Well, she's my daughter, so back off," the audience laughed, and you started to sing.

Burim's POV

I watched her walk onto the stage, and I realized she was the woman talking to Tabitha and Napoleon earlier. I must have looked like an idiot. But anyways, she started to sing, and her voice was angelic.

"I was thinking 'bout her, thinking 'bout me

Thinking 'bout us, what we gon' be

Open my eyes yeah, it was only just a dream

So I travelled back down that road

Will she come back? No one knows

I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream

We'll it certainly felt like a dream. Looking at her. That was when I made another connection. Tabitha and Napoleon said the dance I was performing tonight with Yaya was choreographed by (Y/N) Lythgoe! Holy shit!

I was at the top and now it's like I'm in the basement

Number one spot and now she find her a replacement

I swear now I can't take it, knowing somebody's got my baby

And now you ain't around baby I can't think

I should've put it down, should've got the ring

Cause I can still feel it in the air