~Ashley's P.O.V.~
As I walked to the Vocal Music Building, I was stopped as I walked up the steps.
"Excuse me, but are you Ashley Coleman?"
I looked behind me and saw a caramel colored boy. He was tall, but short at the same time.
"Uh, yeah. Who's asking?"
"Me, actually."
"And, you are?"
"Myles Brown. I go by DJ Big Deal. I DJ for Mindless Behavior. And..."
Before he could finish talking, I cut him off.
"That's a really fantastic job, but what does that have to do with me?"
"I was wondering if you would do a collarboration with me? See, I DJ for them, but, I also have my own little going on the side," Myles said nonchalanty.
"Oh. So, you DJ and..."
"Rap. I guess you can say I come up with my own beats, too."
"So, you want me, some little unknown city girl, to do a collaboration with you, famously known DJ and rapper on the side?"
He laughed.
"When you put it like that, it sounds a little off, but, I would really like the opportunity. I saw your cover to their song, Forever, and I would really like it if you would. The boys even said that they would like the opportunity."
"I'll have to think about it."
"Ok, You can give me a call when you make up your mind," Myles said as he handed me a card with his info on it.
He started to walk off, but I stopped him.
"Wait, you came all the way here to ask me that question?"
"Yes. Well, no. I go here. I major in Visual Arts, the fashion part of it."
"Oh. Well, I'll call."
He smiled at me and walked away.
That boy can definitely get it.
~Craig's P.O.V.~
As I sat in the auditorium for my first class, I thought about how this experience would be. For me. For all four of us.
As I was deep in thought, the perfect girl walked through the door. She was beautiful, from head to toe. Literally.
She walked up my aisle and I couldn't help but stare. She was just gorgeous.
I was staring so hard that I didn't hear her when she spoke to me.
"Hi. You're Prodigy from Mindless Behavior, right?" she asked as she sat down next to me.
"Uh, huh," I said, obviously still in a daze.
"Well, I'm a huge fan."
She doesn't look like an average fan. Most of them are usually teenage girls. But, if they looked like this... man...
"Well, nice to meet you," I said as I shook her hand.
"Oh, you've met me before. Me and my sister. A couple of times, actually."
"Really? I would've remembered someone as beautiful as you," I said flirtatiously.
She blushed and looked down.
"Thank you for the compliment, and the awesome time at the concert. I had a lot of fun. I never saw anyone that could dance like Chris Brown at such a young age," she said smiling at me.
"I'm glad we could give you that experience. What's your name?"
"Ashley Miller."
"Wait. The Ashley Miller? The one that does covers to song, the one that should really be a singer outside of that?" I outbursted.
"I guess," she said laughing.
"Wow. Its like meeting someone famous."
"I'm just an average little unknown city girl that does covers to songs for the fun of it."
"You have fans though. That kind of makes you famous."
"If you say so."
"Oh, I definitely say so," I said as I slightly touched her arm.
We both looked down at my hand then looked back at each other.
"Uh, my bad," I said as I moved it.
"No problem," she responded.
"Nice to know you two acknowledged the class," the teacher said..
Ashley and I both looked and realized that everyone was looking at us.
"My bad," we both mumbled as we turned our full attention to the teacher.
"Ok, I have paper work..."
I blocked the teacher out and looked at Ashley. She placed her things in the seat next to her, and pulled out a pen and a rough looking notebook.
On the front cover, it read 'Song Book.'
She opened it up. I didnt want to be nosy, but I looked over and started reading some of the lyrics. She hummed along the beat and sang some of the lyrics.
Her voice was magical. It took me to another world.
She looked over at me and smiled.
The girl is just absolutely beautiful.
I think I'm in love.
I laughed at myself and continued to listen to the teacher.
~Trey's P.O.V.~
I stretched before the instructor came in.
As I stretched, Baehja walked in. She was sexy as hell. And her skin.
Perfect.
"Trey?"
I snapped out of my thoughts as Baehja walked over to me.
"What are you doing here?" she asked as she hugged me.
"This is my major," I said as I admired her skin.
It was a beautiful golden brown color. Like butter with cinnamon.
"Nice. You finally put those dancing skills to work," Baehja said as she laughed.
Her laugh is perfect.
"Well, being in the music industry for so long can give you different things to look for," I said.
"I'm happy for you. Your mother would be, too," she said as she started stretching.
I just stood back as she lifted her leg and went down into a split.
"Well, damn," I whispered as I leaned back and looked.
"I heard you," Baehja said as she looked back at me.
"Hey. It's there. I'm gone look, B," I said as I threw my hands up and laughed.
"Just help me up, you perv."
I pulled her up off the floor and she fell into my arms.
We looked each other in the eyes, and held the stare.
"Hey, hey, hey. Let's get this show on the road," the instructor said walking in and startling everyone.
We pulled apart and did some last minute stretching.
We definitely have a connection.
