Niya strode in through the large wooden doors and dumped her small duffel bag on one of the many seats in the large theatre. Unzipping her bag she pulled out her black Ballet slippers and her yellow drink bottle. Her footsteps echoed on the wooden steps up towards the stage and as she sat down on the polished floorboards she looked around and the magnitude of where she was hit her like a ton of bricks and took her breath away. Slipping her shoes on she stood after doing them up and looked around her again. This is what she was here for. it may be empty but tomorrow night the place would be packed to the edges, filled with people wanting to see her dance and fulfill her dreams and hopes.

It was strange, being in this theatre when it was empty. He could almost hear it with his eyes closed, the sound of the music playing, the people breathing, watching the dancers weave their magic with their steps. Their practiced motions. He chuckled softly as he softly padded down the carpeted aisles of the theatre, taking a seat in one of the plush cushions of the first row. He sank into the seat and rasted his elbows on the armrests, lacing his fingers together, lost in a memory of long ago. This place always did that to him, Junjie mused, making him think of a past long gone. Of things that could never be...

((hope this works? XD))

{Yeah it's good}

Niya sighed and closed her eyes, feeling the warm stage lights on her face. Opening them she looked through the lights and saw someone sitting a few rows from the front with his arms on the arm rests, "Oi! What are you doing?" Her voice rang high and she couildn't help but slam her mouth shut with wide eyes, Had I just said that?! Rubbing the back of her neck nervously she silently cursed her forward nature and annoying attitude.

Maria remembered the feel of the gentle breeze that slipped through her hair and against her skin.The warm lights against her smooth skin,the light sweat that formed against her skin as she let her emotions and feet guide her through the dance steps.She closed her eyes as she picked up her bag a soft sigh sliding from her lips.She opened her eyes slowly as she got the courage to finally go back to the theatre.She opened the door just as the girl on stage asked what are you doing.Looking into the isles she noticed the man in the seats and gently bit her lip feeling the courage slowly slip from her feeling out of place here.

Niya heard a door open off stage and crossed her arms across her chest, "What is this? I thought this was a closed session?!" She rolled her eyes and sighed, "You know what? Don't worry about it. I'm sure there's more room on stage and in the theatre for everyone." Niya didn't mean to sound so rude, it just came out that way. Normally she was a soft spoken quiet girl that was friendly with everyone, even complete strangers but the fight with her Mother that morning had put her in a foul mood.

Maria blushed softly and ran a hand through her hair."Uh no it's fine..."She whispered softly her voice troubled slightly."I can come back some other time..."She said as she bent down picking up her bag which had slipped of of her shoulder."Uh..I'll just be going..."She said loud enough for the girl to hear as walked back over the beautiful doors.She gently slipped the door open pausing slightly thinking to herself.If I don't do this now...I don't know if I'll ever be able to...but can I dance again...in front of people?

Niya sighed and let her arms drop to her sides, "No wait. It's okay you can go first I have to stretch first anyway." She smiled, at least she hoped it was a smile, and walked closer to the girl holding out her hand in a hope that the girl would disregard her last comments, "I'm Niya."

Maria pit her lip still holding the door gently.She remembered the night that made her never want to take another step into a dancing studio again and pushed away the pain that accompanied her thoughts.She sighed softly and turned around shaking the girls hand gently.She gave her a soft smile back her eyes guarded."And I'm...Maria."She said her voice quiet and almost emotionless as she looked at the stage and then back to Niya.

Niya smiled, hoping her smile was warmer than she thought it was, "Well go right ahead I'll just be down there somewhere stretching." She gestured down towards the aisles and her bag close to the other male still sitting oblivious to the two girls on stage.

Millie rolled over, feeling rather groggy, she stretched rubbing her sleepy eyes. She had managed to sneak into the theatre earlier, in search of a place to sleep She wandered the balcony. When she had found a spot that was appealing she laid out and using her backpack as a pillow fell asleep. Now the stirring and ruckus of people below disturbed her. Millie gathered her things as quietly as possible and peered over the railing to see who was below.

Maria nodded slightly smiling back at Niya as the adrenaline ran through her veins as a slight panic filed into her system.She gently set her bag down and unzipped it opening it and grabbing her ballet slippers.She closed her eyes and took a deep breath having already stretched before she came.She gently slipped on her slippers and took a deep breath calming herself.She did a graceful practice pirouette and smiled slightly as her balance stayed perfect.She kept her eyes closed letting herself do little elegant dance steps that were just for beginners.She loved the gentle feel of the air against her skin as she gracefully spun and dipped trying not to think of the people in the room....

Niya smiled as she walked down the steps off the stage and towards her black bag, still sitting on the chair just enough so it didn't fall off. As she reached for the handle the bag slid to the ground with a soft thud and she heard glass smash. She froze, her hand still in the air clutching at the empty air, The globe had better not had broken! Reaching her bag she quickly ignored Maria dancing on the stage and reached into the bag. Running her hands carefully around the bottom she felt something sharp run against her fingers and she sighed and pulled out a plasic bag with a broken snow globe inside, the water dripping from a tear in the corner.

Maria heard barely audible thud and shatter from where she was and froze.It was like it was happening all over again...The gentle thud...the screeching tires and then the soft shattering glass.She tumbled and lay there for a second before pulling herself back up.She slipped her slippers off as pain filled her.She stood slowly and started to zip up her bag.She grabbed her water bottle from the side and took a drink trying to get the memories to fade from her.She knew she shouldn't have came here...

Niya had meant for the snow globe to be a present for her Mother, to try and make up for their fight. Her Mother seemed to have a weird facination with the tiny orbs so when Niya walked past a small China shop and saw it in the window she couldn't help but buy it. Looking up to the stage she saw Maria having a drink, "Oh! Did I disturb you with the glass shattering? I'm sorry."

Maria gave her a half smile not heart felt at all as tears started to fill her eyes.She looked away from Niya and zipped up her bag putting the water bottle away and then slipping on her normal shoes."No it's fine."She said pulling out her phone that wasn't even on."Oh look at that I gotta go..."She said her voice coming out in a quiet hurt tone as she walked quickly to the doors that lead out.She didn't let the tears slide off her cheeks trying to ignore it...She couldn't.The death of her sister was always fresh in her mind in the times she didn't need it.She didn't look at any as she made her way out of the theatre.It should have been me not her...She thought to herself as she opened the big doors.

Junjie blinked and sat back suddenly. Noticing the newest additions to what he had previously thought to be an empty theatre, "I didn't realize that today was the practice day." he whispered to himself. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he slipped it out effortlessly, glancing at the screen and scanning over the text message. He 'tch'ed as he stood up and looked over to the girl's, "Which one of you is Niya?"

Millie watched the scene below, She knew she would never be able to dance on a stage this grand. It isnt in the stars for me Millie thought. She sat down and opened her old grungy backpack. She carefully shuffled through her possessions, they were all that she had in the world and they were precious. Millie pulled out an ornate silver compact mirror, it was the most valuable thing she owened. Millie looked at herself in the glass and tried to freshen up. "No use", she said trying to pull her frizzy chestnut brown hair into a long tidy pony-tale.
Millie was very tall and lanky and if her height didnt catch an eye her her pale complection caught the rest. If Millie were better kept she would have looked very picturesque, almost like a porcelin doll. Had Millie been raised any other way, she would have thought herself beautiful, but her father taught her better. Her father never wanted Millie to dance, and mother never disagreed with father. What father said went, and Millie had plenty of bruises to prove it.
"Well, this is the best I can do" Millie sighed as she carefully closed the mirror letting her fingers slip over the decoration and groves of the exterior. She gave it a squeeze and placed it back in to her bag. She decided to go down and watch the practice. Maybe they will leave and I can have the stage to myself for a bit Millie hoped as she sneaked down from the balcony and into the mezzanine. Millie quietly sat in the back row hoping not to be noticed.

Niya turned and watched Maria walk out sadly, "I didn't meant it." She said quietly under her breath. When the man had asked which one was Niya she turned, shock spreading across her face like a blanket, "Umm I am." She put her hand up as if asking a teacher a quetion, "Why?"

Maria turned a corner and slide down the wall her bag hitting the floor heavily making the water bottle bounce out and into the hall.She didn't have a second thought about it as tears slipped down her cheeks.She remembered it as if it were yesterday....MemoryIt was about two years ago...She had just walked back stage smiling at the lady that told her it was her turn in a couple minutes."Okay thanks..."Maria replied an excited smile on her face.She heard the applause from the crowd and took a breath to calm herself.She walked out on stage a gentle smile on her lips as the judge's announced her.As she began her routine there was a loud thud,breaks squealing,screams and glass shattering.She fell in the mid air and fractured her leg and arm.As they hoisted her into the ambulence she saw her sister and drunk father being pulled from their wrecked car...End of memory.Maria cried even harder as she remembered what her father had done to herself and Katelyn before the contest...

He smiled at her, though it didn't reach his eyes, "Pleasure to meet you, my name is Junjie." He bowed halfway before straightening back up and sliding his hands into his cargo pants pockets, "There's been a change of plans for tomorrow's performance."

((I forgot when the performance date was set for...it was tomorrow right? :sweat: I'll edit if I got it wrong >.>))

{No its good. haha I was going to say it was for tomorrow night LOL}

Niya stopped reaching for her back and froze, she hadn't heard anything from Jane her manager about a change in plans. "Oh really? I didn't know that. What changes?" She tilted her head to the side and raised an eyebrow, if there really had been changes Jane would have called her the day before with the news and se would have cancelled her last rehearsal.

"Nothing serious. You'll still be performing. Jane just texted me to tell you that you will have to share the stage with another." He shrugged nonchalantly and passed his eyes over the theatre once more. "I've got some things to do in the office, if you've got any questions, feel free to come down. I'm sorry for disturbing your practice." Junjie bowed once again before turning and slowly making his way out a side door. Images of the paperwork stacked on his desk made the very young owner groan. Why oh why did his father have to leave the theatre in his possession?

Maria felt her body shake softly with her tears and quiet sobs.She tried to stand and get up off of the floor but her body wouldn't let her.She knew she couldn't dance again...she wouldn't be able to.The slightest things like the globe shattering would alter her...she so badly wanted to but knew it would never happen.She opened her bag and with blurry eyes fished out a few tissues.She couldn't believe this was happening...the tears seemed to make their entrance when the time was just horrendous...She dried her cheeks but it was no use as they were soaked again by the tears streaking down them.She squeezed her eyes shut and wished she was invisible and silent.

Niya nodded a little confused, 'Umm okay." At that moment her i-Phone beeped and Paramore blared through the speakers as she recieved a message. Groaning slightly she slid the small bar on the screen to unlock the phone to see Jane's number flashing with a message that said the same thing that Junjie had just said. Rolling her eyes she quickly texted back asking who she was sharing the stage with and continued to glare at the smashed snow globe sitting on te top of her bag.

<Idk what to post D:>