My Inspiration (An Ansel Elgort Fanfiction)

*Authors Note*
I changed just a small factor in the story, Maddie is a senior and not a junior. Just a small thing I just changed, sorry! Hope you guys are enjoying it!

The next morning went the same as the last and most before it, I woke up and headed straight to the kitchen only to be hounded by my aunt.

"You planning on going to that concert tonight? It's a Friday night so it will most likely be crowded" She questioned, glancing at me over the newspaper she was reading with a cup of coffee in her hand.

"Yeah, I figured ill just go check it out. I think I might go a while early though, I want to say hello to Mark." I say, sitting down next to her on the couch with my bowl of cereal.

Mark was the man who owned the theater by our apartment, and I had always been pretty close to him, my mother and I have done many performances on his stage, he was like an uncle to me.

The truth was, I was going early to see if I could get a hold of the stage I used to perform on, because that's where I wanted to dance for the first time again.

But there was no way I was telling my aunt that was why I was going, she would never leave me alone.

"I think I'm going to go to the theater right from school" I say and she looks at me with furrowed brows.

"That early?" She questions as I stand up and bring my bowl over to the sink.

I shrug, and exit to my room before she would start to ask more questions.

I knew girls would be wearing very... Interesting clothing to the concert, but I wasn't like that.

It was still warm out from summer, so I wore regular denim shorts and a plain blue tank top with my gray converse.

I made my way over to my closet and grabbed the bag that had been shoved in the corner of my closet for two years now.

My dance bag.

After I had managed to stuff my dance bag inside of my backpack so my aunt wouldn't ask any questions, I was headed off to school.

School went by slowly as always, and I just kept telling myself it was my last year here and to just get it over with.

Throughout the day I overheard different groups of girls talking about the concert later, and how they were going.

I still had no idea who the band and guest DJ performing were, but I guess I'll find that out later.

Once I was out of school, I met my aunt out in the parking lot like always. I couldn't help but feel the rush inside me to dance again, but I was also nervous of how it would end.

"Hey Mads, still going to the theater right now?" She asks while pulling the car out of the school parking lot.

I nodded and stayed silent for the rest of the car ride, turning to look at her as she parked in front of the theater.

"Text me if you need anything, say hello to Mark for me" She said, leaning over to kiss me on the cheek.

"I will" I say, quickly grabbing my backpack and stepping out of the car.

"You want me to take that for you? You don't need your bookbag here" She asks, reaching over towards my backpack.

I couldn't tell her I needed my bag for my dance stuff, so I quickly put it on my back.

"I'll keep it" I say before shutting the door. She shrugged her shoulders and I turned away, heading for the doors.

When I entered Mark wasn't at his usual spot at the doors to the stage, I decided to go up to my old dressing room and try after.

Since my mother and I used to perform here a lot, we had our own dressing room here, which hadn't been touched since she passed away.

I find the door labeled "Ellie and Maddie Lawrence" and slowly turn the handle, preparing for the memories to flood back.

The room was covered with pictures of my mother and I from various performances, and full of some of our many dancing costumes.

I run my finger along the photos taped to the wall, until I stop at one in particular that stood out to me.

It was a picture from the last performance my mother ever did, three days before our car got hit head on by a drunk driver and caused us to go plummeting into a river.

Both my mother and father died immediately, but I survived with a few bad injuries.

I could feel tears brimming in my eyes, and I quickly wipe them away before giving myself and encouraging nod. My mother would want me to do this.

I was planning on asking Mark if I could dance on my old stage before they would set up for the concert, depending on how much time until they start setting up.

I knew Mark would allow me to if I ha time, so I decided to change now before talking to him.

I take my dance bag out of my bookbag and pull out my tights, plain black leotard and pointe ballet shoes that I hadn't even glanced at in two years.

I knew it wasn't the smartest idea to dance on pointe shoes after not dancing at all for two years, but the dance I wanted to do was made for pointe.

I change into my dance clothes and put on my shoes before turning to look at myself in the mirror, pulling my hair back into a slick ballet bun.

I examined my features in the full length mirror, and my aunt was right, I do look very much like my mother. The long thin legs, bright blue eyes and nearly same color hair.

I tear my eyes from the mirror and grab my phone which had the song I wanted to dance to on it, and make my way back out towards where Mark usually is.

This time, Mark is there and turns to look at me, a smile forming on his lips when he sees me in my dance clothes for the first time in what feels like forever.

"Hey, Mads, you finally gonna dance again after two years?" He asks, and I could hear the excitement in his voice as he walked over to me and pulled me into a hug.

I laugh a bit and hug him back, pulling back to look at him after a second.

"Yeah, I think I might give it a try" I say with a small smile, "Is anyone on the stage yet?"

"Not yet, for the next half hour it's all yours" He says with a smile.

"Thank you" I say before turning and walking towards the stage. Before I'm too far, I hear him speak again, faintly this time.

"Hey Maddie?" He asks, and I turn around to look at him just as he speaks again, nodding as he does.

"She'd be proud of you."

*Authors Note*
Ahhhh, it's about to get real good! Just to let you know, the theatre is like one of those places where you can have performances, plays, and concerts. I don't know I thought that was kind of confusing. Anyway, I really appreciate all you guys reading this and I hope you like it! I encourage you all to comment, give me suggestions or tell me what you like about it!