A/N: Hey! I'm back! :D I got inspired to write this after I watched the

movie StepUp 3 at my friend's party. Basically, if you haven't seen it,

its about Sean, the leader of a flashmob group called "The Mob". He

meets Emily, an aspiring dancer who also happens to be the daughter

of a man who plans to clear out this spot of land and build a resort,

and this spot of land happens to be Sean's neighborhood. The

dialogue stinks but the dancing is AMAZING! I hope you enjoy it,

and if you do, please share the love by leaving a review! I do not own

anything you may see here, other than the plot and some of the

location names. Any characters, names, places, and others that you

may recognize belong to their rightful owners.

PROLOGUE:

I'm sweating, even though I haven't even started to dance yet. There are

only five more people in front of me. There are over twenty behind me, and

around fifteen already auditioned. Soon, it will be my turn. If I make it, I'll be

accepted into the Mount Olympus School of Dance, the most famous and

prestigious dance school in New York City. If I don't, then I'll end up like all

of the other rejects. I'll apply for some job that I don't like, and make barely

enough money to pay rent. I watch as the other dancers get called up on

stage. I watch as one girl starts doing a contemporary routine. She was

pretty, with long, choppy brown hair that was pulled into a simple braid. Her

high cheekbones and full lips gave her a regal air, but her sparkling,

kaleidoscope eyes seemed to glint with fun and amusement. Not really my

type, but I'm sure some guys would drool over her. Her name was Piper, I

think. I thought her routine was beautiful, the way she seemed to float, walk

on air. But the judges thought that her dancing was "amateur". She winced,

her eyes brimming with tears. But she walked offstage with her head held

high, which I admired. I began wondering, what would happen to her? I

started thinking about what her life would be like now. Some people gave

up everything to make it in the world of dance. I was so lost in thought that I

didn't notice that the person in front of me had already finished. "Perseus

Jackson," they called. That was my cue. I had butterflies in my stomach.

Now was my chance. Make it or break it. I walk onstage, nervous, but try to

hide it. I keep my shoulders strait and my head up. I turn to face the very

people that could either shatter my dreams, or make them a reality. The

judging panel consisted of Hestia Vrede*, head contemporary instructor,

Aphrodite Lieben**, head ballet instructor, Artemis Gumala***, head tap/

jazz instructor, Apollo Sole****, head hip hop/breakdance instructor, and,

finally, the jack of all trades, the big cheese. The most iconic and most

recognized dance instructor in the United States. Athena Chase. She

studies me with her intimidating grey eyes, the color of storm clouds.

"Dance genre?" She asks me. I try to sound confident. "Hip hop." I can see

Mr. Sole's eyebrows rise, interested. "Why did you come here?" He

inquires, curious. I take a deep breath. "Because, nobody believed in me.

No one thought I would make it. I'm here to show that I can do it, to prove

to myself that I can make it, because I know I can." He nods in reply. "You

may begin." I plug my iPod into the dock, and hit "Play". I feel the tempo, let

it make it's way through me as I tap my foot to it. I wait for my cue in the

music, blood pounding in my ears. It comes, and I dance. I know my routine

inside and out. I know it so well that I don't even need to think. Just dance.

Each movement my body makes feels natural, and I feel great. I move to

the rhythm. The dance ends too soon, and I'm perspiring, my chest

heaving, as I wait for my fate to be decided. I see them jotting down notes

and murmuring amongst themselves, too low for me to make out. Then,

they all started nodding in agreement. I couldn't read their expressions as

they turned to face me. "We have made our decision," Mrs. Chase

announced. "You were okay. A street-like performance, at best. You aren't

ready. You have possible talent, and that is all. You are not good enough

yet. Thank you for coming, you may exit through your left." I am shocked. I

am crushed. I am angry, and so disappointed in myself. I grab my stuff and

march offstage. I yank the door open to leave, shivering as soon as the

cool air hits my warm skin. I blew it. My only chance and I blew it. Too many

people in my life said that I couldn't make it, that the chances were a million

to one. But I pushed. And I pushed and I pushed, only to have someone tell

me I'm not good enough. I was sick of it. Sick of how they treated us, not

just me, but hundreds of others as well. Like that girl at the auditions, Piper.

I wanted to do something about it. Then, a plan formed in my head. A plan

so wild, it had to work. I was going to give people like me a voice. How? By

doing what I do best.

*Vrede=Peace in Dutch

**Lieben=Love in German

***Gumala=Moon in Fillipino

****Sole=Sun in Italien

So, what did you think? Cool how I came up with those last names, huh? (Yay for Google Translate!) Please tell me if you liked it by leaving me a review, because you're a nice person, right? You wouldn't just read this story, say "That was good," and move on to the next would you? *bats eyelashes* And for those of you who didn't like it, leave me a review anyway! Thank you for reading! REVIEW!...Pretty please?