Cirque Du Academy

He's Never Coming back.

A/N....I was going to call it a night after 2 chapters but happened to get distracted on my laptop for almost 2 hours and came back to an amazing amount of comments and i just had to treat yall! YOU GET AN UPDATE!YOU GET AN UPDATE! EVVVVERYONE GETS AN UPDATE!....i may have had alooooooooot of sugar during my 2hours of distraction time. Honestly though i am so happy to see the great response this seems to be getting considering this storyline came to me in a dream after watching 'The Greatest Showman', i had been reading an Academy fanfic early that day aswell and BAM my dream made this baby from it. I know there is no doubt a fair share of errors and i promise i'll fix them so patience until. Also i cannot write songs to save myself so shhh don't tell the characters but they will be already known songs, i will place a *** right before the song starts so you know to click the link video to listen along. Feel free to vote,comment,share and follow!

Sang's POV

My day was not going so great, Wil had managed to help patch me up but when you receive a beating that's ten times sorer the next upcoming days and have zero access to pain relief...the last thing you want is Greg showing up at your door and being told you had to go now to your personal area because he's decided to set you up with yet another no doubt arsehole 'prodigy'.

That's why i stood here face to face with a male over a head taller then yourself with soft brown hair that reached the nape of his neck in gentle waves. Though what really had me staring longer then i expect was what could only be described as fire eyes, i never even thought such a thing was possible to describe someones eyes but here stood a male to prove me wrong.

I tilted my head to the right slightly as i ran my eyes over the male, he seemed somewhat familiar...but how.

''Who are you?''

I finally asked given in to my confusion.

Seriously...i have seen him somewhere before.

Did he work in the kitchens?...no

Maybe he was a new act.....no even though he's wearing a plain white shirt and dark blue jeans they looked more expensive then everything in my caravan...tripled...no act made enough money to waste on expensive clothes.

''Victor Morgan''

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his striking,smooth baritone voice.

Maybe a singer?...no i knew the names of all our singers here.

It's on the tip of my tongue i just know it....

And it hit.

With a snap of my fingers i pointed at him finally remembering where i knew his face from and i couldn't help but notice the small frown of his lips as the fire in his eyes dimmed a little.

''You were with those boys yesterday...''

I didn't let him reply as everything came rushing back from yesterday, what can i say...i become a tad forgetful when i'm focusing on trying not to collapse from the pain.

''Is the Russian bird here?''

I asked excited quickly glancing around the empty area, apart from me and Victor here, i had hoped to get to stage two with him...minus the getting caught by Hendricks, then again maybe i could strike i deal with him involving the Russian when he finally arrives, what was his name again?

Crow?

Sparrow?

Wait did it start with an R or an A?