The whole rest of that week was a blast. Trey kept trying to make me smile. We became really good friends. He even came to one of the dress rehearsals to my school musical 'Anything Goes!'. I was playing Bonnie, one of the lead parts. He also came to one of my Rhythmic Gymnastics meets, where I won the silver medal.

One day when we were taking a break from dancing for a half an hour, Trey asked me to do my ribbon routine.

For all you people out there who don't know what the hell Rhythmic Gymnastics is I'll tell you. It's a sport where instead of performing on the apparatus, you perform with the apparatus. You also can not go through the handstand position or do any sort of flipping. You can however do pre-acrobatic skills like forward and backward rolls. The apparatuses that you use are the rope, ribbon, clubs, ball, and the hoop. You also have to be pretty flexible. The minimum flexibility is 180 degrees (a straight line), but most gymnast tend to go past that into 200 or more degree splits (a curved line).

I swear, after I finished my routine all the guys mouths were hanging down to the ground. That's also where my nick-name came from. I was dubbed Kat, because I did like a 240 degree split. I guess I liked it better than Juls.

I also had a tendency to sneak around. Because I grew up in a creaky old house, I had learned to be quiet. I scared some of the guys a couple of times just coming up behind them and asking them a question. It might sound funny to you, but I got a lot of bumps and bruises that way.

One day I came to the studio from my Rhythmic Gymnastic practice (which I had every day except Thursday). I still had my leotard on when I got there. I usually changed before I left the gym, but that day we had run a little late. So when I got to the studio, I had to change in this little lounge thing-a-ma-bob. Usually before and after rehearsal we watch T.V. in there, and most of the guys would leave there stuff in there. As I was getting my leotard off I heard the door open. I guess someone needed to get something out of his bag. I threw my leotard at the guys face and he left. When I was done changing I went into the main dance room, and there was Dave, with my leotard.

"I believe this is yours," he said sheepishly.

"Yeah, um, thanks," I quickly nabbed the leotard and threw it into the lounge thing.

Chapter 4

"I remember this one song I learned as a kid. Nobody likes me everybody hates me, guess I'll go eat worms. That's the way I feel sometimes. Like nobody likes me," I told Trey. We were throwing sponges soaked with paint at a wall on the exterior of the dance studio.

"Is that why you tried to kill yourself?" Trey asked throwing a glob of green paint.

I stopped, "I never told you about that! H-how did you know?"

"I saw the scars on your wrists. Sorry. If you don't want to talk about it you don't have to," he stopped too.

"Well, I'm going to have to talk about it sooner or later. I've never had any real friends. I talk to people in my acting and dancing classes, but they weren't friends. Everybody who goes to my school is a total moron. My one friend moved to Wisconsin two years ago. In short, my life, sucks." All through this my throws became more violent. Right before I said 'sucks' I threw the sponge with red paint in the center of the wall so hard that paint got on me and Trey. He started to laugh and so did I.

"That's all it took? Red paint?" he asked with fake bewilderment.

"I guess so," I said smiling, with teeth.

Chapter 5

"What is your problem Nikki?" I yelled. I was trying to do a walkover and this girl had tripped me, sending me sprawling on the stage.

"You know, that makes sense. A girl with a mother would know," she spat back at me. I was practicing with my dance workshop, and some of the guys were there.

I gave Nikki a cold glare, went to the lounge, and started to bawl my eyes out.

All of a sudden Aaron came in.

"Are you alright?" he asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said between sniffs. "No, I'm not. When I was ten, my mother died. I guess I still haven't gotten over it-" I started to cry again. Aaron wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on my head.

"Shh. It's okay. Hey, look at me. If anyone ever hurts you, I'll be there to take care of you," he pushed the hair out of my face, put his hand on my neck, and leaned in so our faces were only two inches apart. Then he kissed me. It was long and sweet.

"Hey, Kat are you, oh, um, never mind," Trey said. I hardly heard him though. We broke away from each other slowly.

"Does this mean we're not friends anymore?" I said, smiling up at him.

"I guess not," he replied smiling back. "You know you're gorgeous when you smile."

"You're gorgeous all the time," I whispered, getting another kiss, shorter this time. It felt just as good though.

Chapter 6

Trey went to the High School of Performing Arts in New York City, P.A. for short. He gave me a pamphlet for it, and I flew to New York over a long weekend to audition. They told me that they would mail me the letter that would say if I got in or not. I finally got the letter, but I wanted to open it at the studio.

"Aaron! Trey! I got the letter!" I yelled.

"Well, open it already!" Trey said getting up from his seat on the stage.

"Can you open it for me? Please!" I said to Trey while Aaron put his arms around my waist.

"It will be my pleasure," he said as he violently ripped open the envelope. "Dear Avalon O'Shea. In regards to you audition. Blah, blah, blah. Oh, Kat. I'm sorry."

"I knew it! I knew I wouldn't get in," I turned around to bury my face in Aaron's shirt.

"You didn't let me finish! First of all, how are you going to get your dad to move to New York? You got in to P.A. Kat!" I looked up at Aaron's grinning face, kissed him, turned around and ran to Trey and hugged him. He spun me around.

"I got in! Oh my God! I got in!" I went back to Aaron and kissed him, only this time it was longer. Then I hugged him. I guess he motioned for Trey to come over and hug me also, because I was suddenly sandwiched between Trey and Aaron.

"Hey, you guys. Let's start prac-. Kat? Did you get in?" I nodded. "Congratulations!" Now Aaron and Trey had their arms around my shoulders. "Well, this calls for a celebration. You guys get ten more minutes of free time."

"Whoopie! Gee, thanks Kenny!" Dave Moscow said sarcastically.

"Oh shut up Davey. You'll enjoy it," Kenny retorted.