Hey, whoever wants to read this, this is my first ff on here, so be gentle, haha! Nah, really, the beginning of this ff might seem familiar if you've seen either "Step Up" or "Raise Your Voice", but hey, that's inspiration, taking something and forming it into your own product, right? :) Anyway, the chapter's a bit long, I suck at short presentations of persons and conflicts and whatsoever.. But... Enjoy :)
Chapter 1
Maria slowly walked the polished floors of the studio she rehearsed in. She elegantly bent down and tied the elastic bands in her shoes into little bows. That way, they wouldn’t disturb. She walked to the CD player at the corner of the room, put in a CD with the music of Beethoven, pressed play and went to the bar to warm up. Maria was a ballet-dancer, and had been since she was 5. Now she was 18 years old, and the dancing had become her life. It was quite clear to her parents at an early age of her life that she belonged at a school of arts. Therefore she had been submitted to the Golden Valley School of Performing Arts that hosted dancing, music, drama and art with as much priority as regular school-stuff. That meant a welcomed break from algebra and knights and whatnot for the students, when they had their art-classes.
After her half-hour of warm-up, Maria decided to start on her performance for the spring show. The school year had only just begun, but it was never too early to start, she knew that for sure. Last year she had started right after Christmas and she only just made it. This year was her senior year, and she wanted good time and no stress. "This year," she thought, "Nothing can get in my way."
Joe sat down by the piano, sighing heavily. He played a few notes absently, contemplating the upcoming school year. It was his senior year here at the Golden Valley School of Performing Arts, and he knew that he was expected to do an extra effort in music this year. He’d been slumping off, leaving everything to his big talent, but when that turned out to be quite visible at his assignments, his dad had given him a good old "parent-talk" – every teenager knows to dread the "parent-talks".
He left the piano again, only to pick up his guitar and start strumming some random chords. He thought about the band he was just forming with his brothers. He, Joe, at 18 years mostly took care of the lyrics, while Kevin, 20, and Nick, 15, took care of the guitars.
Joe snapped back to reality by the sound of classical music being played at full blast at the end of the hall. His own guitar had been muted long ago as he drifted off to his thoughts. He now turned the amp off and unplugged the guitar, which he hung back on its place on the wall, while he scowled. Those stupid ballet-brats always thought they could do what they wanted! Slamming the door open, he walked quickly down the hall to the studio to give that Beethoven-brat a good old telling off, but he stopped abruptly in the doorway. There, on the middle of the floor, just 5 meters from him was the most enchanting sight he’d ever seen. A girl in tights was doing a series of pirouettes followed by a small jump from which she almost glided down into the splits, before curling up into a ball, her feet only resting on her toes. Suddenly the music stopped just as Joe shifted, and she immediately looked at him. "Who are you?" she asked, "And what are you doing here?" She was clearly taken back by seeing him there. Joe put on an arrogant face and coolly said, "I just came to ask you to turn down the music, it’s hardly possible to get any work done with Beethoven blasting through the entire school". She nodded slightly, "Well then," she replied, "I’m sorry to have interrupted the good sir in his process of work," she said with every word dripping with sarcasm. Who did she think she was? She might look amazing and have an amazing toned body, but what made her think she had the right to talk to him like that?
Maria smiled smugly to herself, she could see that he was trying to come up with a good answer. She put her feet together and nonchalantly stood up in one gliding movement before collecting her towel from a stool in the corner. Dabbing her sweaty forehead with the towel in one hand, she took the CD out of the CD player and put it into its cover, before walking towards the guy in the door. "You never answered my other question," she said. "And that was?" he replied. She smirked, "You never told me who you are." That clearly made him soften up his hard look, cause a small smile broke through on his face as he said "I’m Joseph, but people usually just call me Joe". She smiled back, "I’m Maria, nice to meet you". "Yeah, you too," he said. They stood for an awkward moment, before she broke the silence. "What’s you art?" she asked. "Music," he replied. "I don’t think I need to guess yours," he added with a grin, then said, "It looked really good. How long have you been dancing?" "Since I was 5, that makes it 13 years," she smiled. "That’s a long time…" he replied. She nodded. "Well, I’d better get going. Gotta pick up my sister in a half hour, but I guess I’ll see you around?" she said. He nodded. "Yeah, that’s be cool," he said. "Great, see you then," she said with a smile, picked up her big bag and went out of the door, while she thought to herself. "Hmm, this year might not be so bad," Maria thought with a smile. After all, this Joe-dude seemed kinda cute. Under his bad-as.s-musician, attitude, that was. She giggled to herself and proceeded to the dressing room before picking up her 8-year old sister Danielle.
There! As I said, a bit long, but hopefully you've got the idea of "my" characters now (I sadly don't own Joe, just this idea of the Joe in my story that I made up. It's sad, but true).
Well yeah, tell me what you think? Comment? Pwease? :D
