Chapter 1 : Alan Carr

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Taylor's POV

A drop in the ocean, a change in the weather.

I was praying that you and me might end up together.

It's like a wishing for rain as I stand in the desert.

But I'm holding you closer than most, 'cause you are my heaven.

I don't wanna waste the weekend.

If you don't love me, pretend a few more hours, then it's time to go.

And as my train rolls down the East coast, I wonder how you keep warm.

It's too late to cry, to broken to move on.

Still I can't let you be, most nights I hardly sleep.

Don't see what you don't need, from me.

Just a drop in the ocean, a change in the weather.

I was praying that you and me might end up together.

It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert.

But I'm holding you closer than most, 'cause you are my heaven.

   "Wow.." My dance choreographer, Stephan, said as I finish my ballet/lyrical solo. "That is beautiful. You are really something."

   "Why thank you." I said to him. "Do you want me to run it again?"

   "Darling," He said walking towards me. "Look at yourself."

   I turn to the huge mirror in the dance studio which is pretty much my home.

   "Okay." I said to him still confused.

   "What do you see?" He asks.

   "I see myself." I reply to him. "I see a dancer."

   "Exactly." He told me. I raised an eyebrow. "You were born a dancer. You know, before your mom died she was a beautiful dancer. You have dancing in your blood."

   "I miss her." I said still looking at myself in the mirror.

   "You look just like her." He said to me.

   I smiled.

   "I really want to dance." I said. 

   "Taylor," He said. "You are one of the most youngest but most passionate dancers I have ever seen. You never want to give up. Look at yourself. You are heaving for breath and sweating like someone just poured a bucket of water on you. You never stop."

   "It's my dream." I said still imagining about my mom and I dancing together.

   "Okay." He replied. "Alexandra is back home tonight so I am gonna make her dinner. Do whatever dance you want but no more practicing your solo."

   "But-"

   "No buts." He cut me off. "Do another dance to another song. Any time of dance. Just nothing related to your solo."

   "Fine." I said. He kissed my cheek then grabbed his shoulder bag.

   "Goodbye, make sure to lock up when you are finished." He replied and exited the door.

   I headed over to the stereo and plugged my iPhone in.

   I scrolled through my songs and still couldn't find one I wanted.

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