Beau and Arrows (A Beau Brooks/Janoskians Story)

Dance and Love Are Unknown Languages

 “Everyone please back away!” Beau said, pushing the crowd backwards. They all moved willingly, after seeing the message on the flowers.

“Wow, you're so hot Beau!” One of the dancer exclaimed. Paige bit her lip to stop her from laughing.

“Who is it love? Who's sending you all of these crazy messages.”

“I don't know, Miss Grace.” Paige confessed.

“Do they always call themselves mystery texter?” She questioned again.

“I don't know!” She screamed. She looked down. “I'm sorry.” She apologised.

“I forgive you, this once.” Miss Grace replied, softly. “Should we call the police?”

“I've already tried that.” Paige told her. “It didn't work. I don't think I can do the ending number.”

“Paige! Don't let some stupid stalker ruin your chances of becoming a famous dancer!” Miss Grace shouted. “You deserve so much more then some stupid perv!”

“I agree.” Beau muttered into her ear.

“Watch out.” She told them both, picking up the flower pot and throwing it against the wall, smashing the pot to pieces. Beau clapped her, astonished.

“Paige, can you practice your performance for me please? And then, we can ask the dancers if they believe you should do it or not?” Miss Grace pleaded. “I know it's something you need to do. You've waited your whole life for a performance like this.” Paige nodded.

“I guess.” She replied. She took a deep breath and limbered up her bones. She changed so she was wearing leggings and a tight white t-shirt so her clothes weren't restricting. They were the clothes the dancers practised in, and she had left two or three pairs at the stage so that she could turn up in whatever clothes she wanted to.

Beau sat on the front row, next to Miss Grace. She saw they were getting along perfectly well, Beau was telling a joke and Miss Grace was laughing in her sweet, old laugh that brung joy to the room. She saw their conversation turn more serious, and her eyes hovered over to the dancers in the back row. She saw their sweet, angelic faces. She had become closer to them then she had with most of the friends she had in a lifetime. Emma was over in Germany at the moment, working in a zoo and faking to be dancing to her parents. Hannah was trying to move in with her brother seeing as her parents put almost as much pressure on her as Paige's parents put on Paige. Zoe was seeing a CEO of a company, who was 10 years older but she was naïve and her parents were content with the money she was getting so she was fine. Paige had kind of felt alone, so it was so beautiful to have the people around her that she did. The boys, and the girls. And this performance was just for them, as she sounded the track for the Greatest Love of All, Whitney Houston.

“Wow.” Miss Grace breathed, moments after the track ended. Paige was still in her split, the final position of the dance. She looked around the room, but everyone's jaws were at their shoulders.

“What are you all staring at?” Her voice was worried. “Was I that bad?” Her stomach was sinking.

“I didn't know you were that good!” Chloe, a dancer shouted.

“What do you mean?” Paige asked, laughing. “You see me on stage all the time.”

“Not in that scene, we're all backstage.” Brett yelled.

“Yeah, and even when we are on stage, we never really get time to admire your dancing. But I wish we did.” Chloe told her.

“If you don't perform, I won't.” Brett, the lead male dancer told her. “For the whole performance.”