Save a Dance For Me. (Sequel to Love Suicide, a Ryder Lynn Love Story)

"We can be together."

  "My clothes aren't in this bag." I screeched, throwing it away.

"What do you mean they aren't in there?" Ryder stammered, "I packed that bag myself."

"Ryder, the only thing in that bag in a black leotard, it's from Rock of Ages."

​"You mean thats not your audition clothes?" He whispered, pulling into the school parking lot.

"WHY WOULD I WEAR A BLACK LEOTARD FOR A VOCAL AUDITION I AM NOT LADY GAGA."

It's all over, NYADA is no more.

"Then you'll just have to kill it in your wedding dress." He shrugged.

**

"Scarlet Angus." Carmen called, I let out a shaky breath and clicked out onto the stage. "Are you wearing, a wedding dress?"

My cheeks flushed, "Yes, it is."

"You look ridiculous." She laughed.

"I'm not wearing this for you Mam. I just married my best friend about an hour ago, then I busted my ass to get here only to find my outfit wasn't in my bag. So I'm going to perform What You Own from the Musical Rent for you, and I hope you like it."

I nodded at the band and Carmen sat back in her seat, practically glaring at me.

[Scarlet:]

Don't breathe too deep, don't think all day
Dive into work, drive the other way
That drip of hurts, that pint of shame
Goes away, just play the game

You're living in America
At the end of the millennium
You're living in America
Leave your conscience at the tone

And when you're living in America
At the end of the millennium
You're what you own

The filmmaker cannot see
And the songwriter cannot hear
Yet I see Mimi everywhere
Angel's voice is in my ear

Just tighten those shoulders
Just clench your jaw till you frown
Just don't let go or you may drown

You're living in America
At the end of the millennium
You're living in America
Where it's like the Twilight Zone

And when you're living in America
At the end of the millennium
You're what you own

So I own not a notion
I escape and ape content
I don't own emotion, I rent

What was it about that night
What was it about that night
Connection in an isolating age
For once the shadows gave way to light
For once the shadows gave way to light

For once I didn't disengage
Angel, I hear you, I hear it
I see it, I see it, my film
Mimi I see you, I see it
I hear it, I hear it, my song

Alexi, Mark
Call me a hypocrite
I need to finish my own film, I quit
One song glory, Mimi, your eyes

Dying in America
At the end of the millennium
We're dying in America
To come into our own

And when you're dying in America
At the end of the millennium
You're not alone
I'm not alone, I'm not alone

Carmen, moved forward to the microphone. "Thank-you." Then she packed up and left.

I stood there on the stage, watching where she sat, looking at the empty space.

"Congratulations Scarlet Lynn, you just made the NYADA freshman class of 2015." Ryder held out my bouquet and I took it. "She loved you."

I scrunched my nose and hugged my husband. "How do you know?"

Ryder wrapped his arms around me, and squeezed tightly. "Rachel told me that if Carmen is really considering you, she won't smile or show any emotion. She won't even complement you, something about praising your strengths apparently."

"Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see." I sighed, "Now, I believe we have wedding photo's to take."

**

"Okay, can I get the groomsmen in a little more." The photographer called, waving us in and looking through the lens. "Okay, I've got everything on your list."

"PARTY TIME!" Kitty and Bianca shouted, taking each others arms and skipping under the large tent we had set up in our backyard.

"Well Mrs. Lynn, would you do me the honor of being your partner for the first dance?" Ryder asked holding out his hand.

"Yes, Mr Lynn. I would love to."

**

One Month Later...

Still nothing, nothing from NYADA.

"Scarlet!!" Ryder screamed down the hall, "IT'S FROM NYU!!!"

My eyes widened and I took the letter from Ryder, sliding it out of the already opened envelope. "Ryder you got in." I whispered. We can go to New York, together.

"I'm taking it." He laughed, picking me up and twirling me around. "I'm putting all of my savings into it, and I got a job with some contractors I'm going to make a lot of money this summer. I'm going to New York with you."

"But what about UCLA? Your scholarship, football means everything to you."

"You mean everything to me, and I can play football at NYU." He waved it off. "We're going to be together, I can't marry you then spend the next 4 years on the other side of the country not if I don't have too."

"Oh Ryder." I whispered, letting my fingers run over the ruff stubble on his face. "You mean everything to me." He closed his eyes and rubbed his face gently against my hand. "But you have a chance to do something great, and so do I. I want you to take the UCLA scholarship."

"But-"

"No buts, we can do this."