"So?" Harry asked me as he laid out, on what was once James, but is now his bed.

"So what?"

"What are you doing for Halloween this year?"

"I have to perform."

"What?" he asked sitting up to look at me. "Really?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "That's what we've been doing in my classes if you'd bother to ask how my days are."

"Well I'm sorry, but Ballet isn't my thing."

"Well you were amazing at it in high school."

"Well we aren't in high school anymore now are we?"

"No." I answered shortly. "We aren't."

"So are you performing a lyrical or ballet dance?"

"Ballet."

"That's nice."

"It's just a small solo since I'm a freshman... but yeah it's nice I guess."

"What time is it?"

"It starts at 8:00 and ends at 10:00."

"I'm going to have to miss it then."

"Why?"

"Because I'm going out clubbing."

"Harry you don't need to go out clubbing."

"Well I want to."

"Well you will get caught if you keep sneaking in and out of my dorm that you aren't even paying for or attending school for."

"Well do you want me to leave?"

"No. I don't want you out on the streets again."

"I don't want to be either. Staying here is warm. Fall has started and winter is coming. I do not want to be stuck out in snow. No thank you."

"Then I suggest you stop partying all the time."

"This will be my last time."

"Whatever." I said grabbing my stuff. "I have to go to class."

And with that... I left.

I headed to my ballet class that was in the auditorium this time for a dress rehearsal, since Halloween was tomorrow night.

I got ready and found my place on stage.

My teacher was calling out commands left and right and let me tell you... I was having the most rough time ever.

Like ever.

I don't know what was going through my mind, but I couldn't concentrate on any of my dance moves that I needed to have down my tomorrow.

"Louis!" my teacher called as I was jumping in a big circle around the stage in my white tights. "Get your head out of your ass, and move like a ballerina should!" he yelled at me with his scary Ukrainian accent.

I tried to jump higher and more gracefully, but I probably looked like a gazelle that had been shot.

"Louis stop!" he demanded.

So I did.

"You are dancing horribly. What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I don't know sir." I answered back. "I'm really trying."

"I know you're really trying, and that's what frightens me."

"I promise I'll do better."

"I sure as hell hope so. You are my only freshman solo and I've talked about you to everyone. I don't want to be embarrassed in front of the hundreds of people that are attending our show."

"I won't embarrass you. I promise."

"I'm counting on that. If you don't clean it up by tomorrow morning... then I am putting in your understudy and I'll pretend you are too sick to go on. Then I will fail you on this assignment. Got that?"

"Yes sir." I nodded.

"Now, try again from the top!" he yelled at everyone.

I nodded and got into my place... then began again.

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The next day I performed for my teacher and he was pleased enough to let me perform. So now I'm sat in my room, half ready, having an anxiety attack.

"Louis, just breath." Harry said and demonstrated. "Take deep breaths and everything will be a-okay."

"It's not that easy to relax Harry. I'm the only solo freshman dance, and everyone knows it. I can't let my teacher down or I'll be failed and probably sent to a lower half ass class. I can't have that happen to me. I can't have my reputation flushed down the toilet."

"I'm sure it won't go into the gutter."

"You don't know how hard of a dance my teacher gave me! He gave me a senior level!" I yelled.

"He obliviously gave it to you because he thinks you can handle it!" he shouted back at me.

"Well I don't think I can."

"Then you shouldn't be in Juilliard at all."

"What are you saying? I'm not talented to be here? Thanks a fucking lot Harry."

"No." He said shaking his head. "You're saying you aren't talented enough."

I didn't say anything. I just let him continue.

"If you don't believe in yourself... then you shouldn't be here. Juilliard, from what I can tell from you and your friends... is that you have to be talented, unique, and strong-willed. You are all three Louis. But right now the strong-willed part is on the edge. You need to pull it back to safety and believe in yourself... or get the hell out because you then, don't deserve to be here, and someone else with all three drives that didn't make it because you filled the spot should be here and not you."

I nodded.

"You're so right."

"I'm right most of the time."

"Thank you Harry." I said getting up and giving him a hug.

"You annoy me most of the time... but no problem."

I smiled and then continued to get ready.

Once I was done and about to say goodbye, I saw Harry dressed in a suit.

"What are you doing?" I asked confused. "I thought you were going out?"

"I decided to see this spectacular performance by you that you said was too hard."

"You're really coming to the show?"

"Yeah." he nodded.

I smiled, hugged him, and then dragged him off to the the performing hall.

I then left him to go back stage and get ready with the rest of my dancers.

After I was done, the show began.

Everybody went out on stage and did their thing.

Lucky for me, I was in the second act.

I had time to breath and think about what Harry said to me... but all the time in the world only felt like seconds, because my teacher was pulling me to the stage in no time.

So I ran out to the side of the stage, did a little jump to get in position, and then heard the applause rumble through the room as I began.

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(Louis' performance)

After my performance, I couldn't stop smiling as I heard the claps... and when I was bowing, I saw Harry clapping away and it made me smile even more.

I couldn't believe I nailed the jumps around the stage because that's what was holding me back yesterday. I knew I made my teacher proud... and myself.

I definitely deserve to be here.

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Hope you liked today's update! Like and comment please ~Ash