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Looking in the floor-length mirror, Haley pulled her long brunette hair into a loose bun.  Her outfit looked completely… outrageous for any unknowing person. Her leggings were gray and had on a black skirt that spun out in the air with every turn. A light pink cami matched the pale pink ballet shoes she had on her feet. She was a dancer after all. And a good one at that. She walked over to the stereo and turned on “Teardrops on my Guitar” by Taylor Swift. No matter how over-played and popular the song was, Haley just couldn’t get over how great of a song it was for her routine. Haley walked out onto the dance floor, only a couple feet away from the ballet bar.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, step out… she counted the steps…turn, step, turn, 1^st position, step, leap…

“Hey!” a single voice called out. The voice startled her and she fell to the floor.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” The person who shouted called as he ran over to help her up. He took her hand and helped her to her feet while, like most people do after a fall, smoothed out her skirt.

“Yeah I think I’m okay. A little startled, but okay none-the-less.” She looked up and into the most gorgeous blue eyes she had ever seen. The face of a god-worthy-guy looked back at her. His skater-style dark brown hair and muscular body was enough to make any girl go totally gaga at first glance.

“Okay, that’s good, I wouldn’t want to injure such a great dancer,” he said with a smile. “My names Sam.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Sam. And I wouldn’t say that I’m that good of a dancer.”

“Are you serious? You’re the best I’ve ever seen! Are you planning on trying out at the auditions? I’m sure you would get chosen. And by the way, do I even have the right place for the auditions?”

Haley blushed at his comment as she walked over to the computer desk where the secretary usually sat. The secretary was on vacation, and added to Haley’s usual job of teaching dance classes to little kids; she had to manage the desk until the secretary came back. Haley could barely afford to pay for the private sessions she spent in the studio. But it’s been her only place for consolation ever since her mother died. The abuse her father put her through made it hard for her to stay at home for very long. But back to the present, Haley checked the computer and sure enough, “SURETONE RECORDS AUDITIONS” appeared on the reservation page.

“Umm, are you with SURETONE RECORDS?”

“Yeah, that would be us.”

“Oh, so you’re in a band?”

“A new band. This is our first video. It’s gonna determine if we actually get the contract we’ve been hoping for. Until then, it’s practices in a garage and performances in a local café. Speaking of the auditions, when are they? Because I obviously don’t have the right time.”

“You’re about three hours early. The auditions are at two.”

“Great. Well I guess I’ll just go…to the library or something. Better yet, I’ll go to Wal-Mart.”

Haley laughed at that, and Sam smiled when she laughed.

“Well, you know, you could hang out here for a while.”