The Breakdancer and The Singer

"C'mon, Hanna! Please!?" MY friend Rachael was squealing on about how her favorite band Fall Out Boy was holding auditions for back up dancers for their next show. We just so happened to be apart of a dancing group known as The Many Impulses, TMI, if you don't get it... you will in a couple of minutes...

I sighed in defeat as we walked out of the studio.

She jumped up and down clapping her hands. "Yay! WHAT SONG!? THIS HAS TO BE PERFECT! Ooh! I like the one you came up with for Hurricane by Thirty Seconds To Mars! Can we use that one?"

I shook my head.

"Why?" she pouted.

"Because... it's by me."

"Yes, and its so good! I love doing that dance!" she said, linking her arm with mine.

"Fine." I said.

"I LOVE YOU! YOU ARE THE COOLEST FRIEND EVER!" she hugged me tightly as I laughed.

"I know!" I said with a smile.

-Auditions-

"The Many Impulses, Can you please enter the stage." the voice called over the speaker.

"That's us!" Rachael said excitedly.

"Aren't you nervous?"

She shook her head. "Heavens no! I know we'll do great!" she smiled as we walked out onto the stage.

I won't lie. I was a little intimidated when I saw four guys sitting and staring at us. They weren't cute... just really good looking.

"Oh my gosh!" Rachael whispered.

"Who are they?" I asked her quietly so only she could hear me.

"Fall Out Boy." she whispered back simply.

"Hi, guys. Can we get your names?" One of the members of the band asked. I think he was Patrick. Rachael said something about him wearing glasses. (I haven't seen any pictures of them.)

"I'm Racheal Clayton. This is my best friend Hanna Love. And these are our dancing partners, Gregory, Dean, Izzy, and Brandon." Rachael spoke so I didn't have to, I was a pretty shy person.

"And what song will you be dancing to?" Another one asked, he had pretty long brown hair with brown eyes and a ton of tattoos.

"Hurricane by Thirty Seconds To Mars."

The music started and everyone took their positions. The first one to start dancing was Izzy. Then Brandon. And then Rachael and I. Dean and Gregory came a couple minutes after us.

When we stopped dancing, The music ended and we looked at the guys. They were all speechless.

Rachael squealed. "SO? Did you guys like it?"

They didn't say anything.

I put a hand on her shoulder. "C'mon, Ray... Lets go..."

"Wait," Patrick called.

We looked over our shoulders.

"Who created that?"

Rachael pushed me forward.

I tried to step back and give someone else the credit, but everyone kept pushing me forward.

The one with black hair stood up. "That was amazing! How did you do that?"

"I... uh..." I looked over my shoulder at Rachael who wouldn't stop smiling.

"Pete." she mouthed.

"It... uh... just..." I looked back at Pete. "It just sorta came to me." I looked down.

"We want you guys to be our backup dancers. What do you think?" The one with a fro asked.

"YES!" Rachael screamed.

They all looked at her, then at me.

"Sorry, don't mind her, she's just easily excited! And really happy." I said.

They nodded. Then Patrick handed me a piece of paper. "This is our schedule... It has all our numbers on it... so, call us... k?" he smiled at me.

I smiled back and nodded, "Definitely!"

(What's up, guys? So... Yeah... I'm writing this new story... lol... Hanna and Rachael are supposed to be me and my best friend with swapped personalities... my friend can tolerate while I... I'm down right in love and obsessed! XD

-PSILY! <3)