Title:Danse de l'amour et l'amitié
Author: heartsdesire456
Rating: possibly up to NC-17...not sure... this one will be a bit more innocent... maybe only very-very light NC-17 (nondescriptive)
Pairing:Eventually Treckett with a few other thrown in
POV:3rd
Summary:Every other dance school in the nation has rejected William Beckett because he's too lean, he isn't strong enough, and he's been trained the same as girls...will his miracle acceptance to Valden Academy of the Arts prove to be his chance to make it to the top, or will his prove to be his greatest disaster? Enter the life of a teenage boy who is thrust into a world of friends, failure, success, and... possibly love?
Disclaimer:...i would tell you it's bad to google yourself or your friends... but who the hell am i kidding? if someone wrote stories about me and my friends, i'd read them too, so go ahead, boys! Take a look!
Author Notes:so, i'm liking these comments, guys! So here, have another! i'm writing chapter 7 right now, so you can expect at least one more today, i think.

Danse de l'amour et l'amitié


William got dressed back stage and walked out to stretch on the floor of the orchestra pit, where the dance teachers had laid out mats for everyone to stretch, as there wasn’t enough room backstage. He sat near Ryan, and started his floor stretches. Ryan looked up and snickered. “I’d forgotten your manerina outfits were to gay looking.” he said, giggling.

William glared. “Hey, both me and you are gay, I think our gay-looking outfits are appropriate.” he said. “Most of the boys AT this school are gay. So I doubt we have anything to worry about.” he said, smiling.

Brendon joined them and smiled. “Hey guys!” he said. He looked at William with his long hair pulled back into a low ponytail, and his black leotard and then at his feet where he was sporting black pointe shoes. “Wow, you are really skinny.” he said. William blushed. He knew his skin tight ballet leotard showed off how lean and un-muscled he was. He noticed some other male ballet danseurs raising their eyebrows when they passed him, taking in his lack of muscle and his girlish hair as well as his very feminine pointe shoes.

William looked down, and spread his legs to the side. He leaned forwards and laid on his stomach, with his legs straight out. It wasn’t very comfortable at first, but, like all stretching, after a moment it was fine.

“Holy shit, Will, I’ve never seen you stretching before.” Ryan said, distracted from his own stretching. “Dude, you’re legs are like… totally straight to the side and perpendicular to your upper body.” he said, amazed.

Brendon looked at him. “Wow. That looks painful.” he said.

William shrugged as he sat up and twisted so he was doing a split. “Not bad. I mean, I’m used to it by now. Most ballet boys can do it.” he said. “Mine just looks more extreme because I’m so lanky.” he said. “Blame my female training.” he said. “I didn’t build as much upper body as most boys do.” he said. “I don’t actually think I can build that much more upper body. Most male ballet danseurs are around one fifty to one eighty.” he said. “I’m like, fifty pounds below weight, according to some of the other schools I applied to.” he said.

“Good morning students!” They all looked up on the stage and saw Mrs. Phelps standing on the stage. “First off, we’re going to have the tap and jazz dancers come up to the left side of the stage, please.” she instructed. Brendon shot them a smile, and they wished him luck as he, and many other students, walked up the steps, their tap shoes clacking as they walked onto the stage.

Mr. Oliver, the tap and jazz professor took the stage. William and Ryan watched from seats, since they were through stretching, as they separated them into tap and jazz majors, and people not majoring in the subject. He then did a simple routine twice, and asked them to repeat it over and over while he walked between their rows. He’d tap one and point to a part of the stage, and they would go stand. They watched as he sent Brendon to the upstage center. One he finished, all of the majors were upstage right. “Okay, upstage right, you are our majors, and you are all fairly advanced I believe. You shall be in the advanced class, which is at nine thirty every morning. Please sign the sheet and I will have your schedules dealt with over the weekend. Upstage center, you are all rather good, you shall be in my third period class, which starts at eleven fifty on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Upstage left, you too, are pretty decent, and shall take four classes a week, on whatever days your schedule permits my second period class, that starts at ten thirty. Everyone downstage, you need great improvement, I expect you to either have tap and jazz dropped from your schedule, or sign up for my basic and beginners course which will be a double class, fifth and sixth period of every day.” Everyone seemed to understand. “Those of you who improve enough for advancement to a higher class, shall be consulted by me, and we shall rearrange your schedule with the guidance department. You may go.” he said, as he left the stage. There were a few minutes for everyone to go sign the appropriate rosters, and then return to the audience seats for the next dancing placements, or leave, whichever they chose.

Ryan sighed. “Modern Jazz up next, better go. Good job, Brendon!” he said, slapping his hand as he walked by and sat beside William. Brendon beamed at the praise and William just grabbed his hand and smiled.

“You did great, Brendon! Why is that not your major?” he asked.

Brendon blushed. “I sing really well.” he said. “I mean, not to sound stuck up, I’m not, but… I wont be overly modest, because that’s annoying. When you’re good you should accept it, but not flaunt it, and I’m pretty good at singing.” he said.

“PLACES!” a voice shouted on the stage. Mrs. Phelps was standing center stage. “Okay. You know the drill, Majoring students on the left, the rest on the right.” They separated. “Okay, new students, majoring or not, come center.” she said. They did. “Okay. We’re gonna start with some basic steps. I want you to follow me.” She did a few kick ball change’s and a few side chasses after some arm movements William wasn’t sure what all else she did, as there were students between her and him, since she was upstage way from them. In the end, she weeded them out into three groups. “Okay, group one, you are my advanced class. I’ve had all of you before, so no new faces made advanced. You already have me on your schedule. Group two, some I’ve had before, some not. You’ll be in my second period on Friday and Monday. We’ll work it out with your other classes over the weekend. Third group, if you are majoring, I suggest you seriously reconsider your major, and you will be in my beginners classes, last period every day of the week.” she explained. “Go sign up.” she said, gesturing back stage. Ryan was in the advanced group, so he simply came back and sat down.

“Wow, you looked so good out there, Ryan!” Brendon said, beaming and gesturing wildly. “You are like… so amazing!” he said, blushing a bit.

Ryan laughed. “Thank you.” he said, raising an eyebrow slightly. “I’ve been doing it for two years already with Mrs. Phelps. She’d be angry if I didn’t make advanced.” he said, smiling.

William looked at Ryan. “What’s next?” he asked.

Ryan thought back. “Hip-hop.” he said. He looked over. “Brendon, are you gonna have to do ballet placement too, since you’re here your first time?” he asked.

Brendon nodded sadly. “I’ll be in the four year old division. She might have to make a whole new level of suck for me.” he said. “She’s gonna rip me to pieces.” he said, eyeing the ballet teacher, down on the side of the stage, speaking with Mrs. Phelps.

William bit his lip. “Yeah, try being a first timer, majoring in ballet, and knowing ahead of time I’ve been rejected by most every other school in the country because I’m the wrong body type.” he said, looking slightly pale. “And your teacher was the prima ballerina in the ballet performance that convinced you to pursue dancing, and you know she will destroy your dream without a shred of thought.” he said vacantly.

Ryan rolled his eyes. “It’s not THAT bad, Will. I’ve seen you. You might not be the standard, but you are an amazing dancer!” he said, leaning over to kiss William’s pale cheek. “You know you’re gonna be good, here.” he said, grabbing his hand.

William sighed and smiled, leaning his head against Ryan’s. “I know, I’m not that bad… but… I’m so freaking nervous.” he said. He saw Brendon pouting and looking away from them rather pointedly, and he was confused. “Hey Brendon, you alright?” he asked.

Brendon looked back and nodded with a forced smile. “Yeah, just nervous about ballet placement. I’m already tired.” he explained. “Oh look! This should be interesting.” he said, motioning towards the stage.

William and Ryan turned as Mr. Sam took the stage. “Okay, dancers. Unlike our structured and regulated counterparts in this dance department.” he nodded to the other teacher, who all smiled and laughed. “We’re gonna do this old school. I want everybody to stand on either side, majors on the left the rest on the right, and when the music starts, I want one person from each line to come up and show me what you got.” he said. “Just like your performance auditions, just in front of us all.” he said. He nodded to the person in the sound booth, who William now realized was Mr. Stump, and he started up a track.

Ryan and Brendon both laughed as the first girl went out, and started dancing in a wild way William had only seen in music videos. “Will, Brendon, that’s Felicia.” he said. “She’s wicked out there, my friend.” he said. They all smiled and cheered when she bowed and stepped over upstage behind Mr. Sam, who pointed upstage right. The next few people were sorted the same. They went out, did a dance and when the track changed, they were sent to either upstage left or upstage right.

A new song started and a boy stepped out. William’s eyes narrowed. “Oh ew. Figures the pervert-rapist is an unstructured, undisciplined hip-hopper.” he said.

Ryan snorted. “Hip-hopper? Oh my God, is he the one who groped you?” he asked. William nodded, crossing his arms. “Dude, that guy is hot! I wouldn’t argue to someone like that groping me!” he said. “He’s a damn good dancer too, look!” It was true, the lines on the stage were all cheering for him as he did little steps and moves that William didn’t see how were possible, and it was obvious, the rest of them thought the same way.

William rolled his eyes. “He’s NOT that good!” he said, refusing to admit that the boy was a decent dancer. “He’s a creepy pervert who was gonna rape me in his dorm room!” he said, flailing a bit.

Brendon rolled his eyes. “William, I’m sure he was just playing.” he said, smiling. “I mean, he’s a really good dancer. I’m sure he wouldn’t really have to rape you! I mean, I’m sure he could get into any boy or girls pants down there on that stage.” he said, giggling a bit at his own proclamation. “I mean, he is pretty hot.” he said.

Ryan glared a bit down at the floor. “I don’t know, he does look like he could be a rapist or something.” he said, changing his mind rather suddenly for William’s taste. When the boy dancing finished, everyone cheered, and he high-fived Mr. Sam who pointed upstage right.

When everyone was finished, Mr. Sam nodded to cut the music and he smiled. “Okay, simple as this. Group on the right over here, my advance classes, every morning second period and fifth period on Tuesday and Thursday.” he said. “The rest of you, if you’re majoring, don’t. If not, basics classes! See me this evening after dinner in my office to arrange your schedules for the basics classes.

Ryan looked at William. “Ballet.” he said, grabbing William’s hand tight.

William smiled and kissed Ryan’s cheek. “Wish us luck!” he said as he and Brendon started down to the stage.

Madam Poitier stood with them to the side while Mr. Sam and Mr. Stump brought out the barres. Two double sided barres were set up on the stage and she turned. “Students, those majoring in ballet on the one to stage right. The rest of you to the barre on stage left. William lined up on the inside of the barre to the stage right, in the middle of the stage. She walked up and down the rows as the music started. She showed them a basic set of warm ups to work through on the barre for her while she walked among them, pointing out things about them. Ryan watched as she got to William and stopped.

“You. You are, indeed, male, aren’t you?” she asked. William stopped his warm ups and nodded. She crossed her arms. “Well, I must ask, male student, why are you wearing pointe shoes?” she asked.

He held his head high, even if his cheeks showed spots of pink. “In case I needed to do anything en pointe, Madame.” he replied confidently.

She raised an eyebrow. “You are aware, that it is very rare that men perform en pointe, Mr-…”

“William Beckett, Madame.” he replied politely.

She nodded. “Ah, my special case Mrs. Phelps told me about. I see it now. I must ask you, Mr. Beckett, if you realize you don’t exactly have a danseur body?” she asked.

He nodded. “Yes, Madame.” he replied, ducking his head.

She hummed. “You have a very feminine physique. You have an excellent turnout for a male student. But your upper body isn’t nearly developed to do lifts, so you are immediately doomed for lead male parts with pas de deux. Tell me, Mr. Beckett, if you can’t do the required elements of a typical male dancer, why are you here?” she asked.

He looked at her. “If the girl is small enough, I can do lifts, just not difficult or long ones. And I’m here, because I want to be a danseur.” he said.

She nodded. “Well, show me!” she directed. “Students, aside, take the barres with you.” she instructed. The students left to the sides of the stage, taking the barre’s with them. “Give me a pirouette.” she said. William did it and stopped. “Good. You say you are well trained en pointe, give me a pirouette the right way.” She said. William did what she asked and she tapped her chin. “Arabesque.” she directed. William demonstrated a perfect en pointe arabesque. “Interesting.” she said. “But can you jump?” she asked. “Start at the back of the stage, give me four grande jetés across the stage, moving forward each time.” she instructed. William executed perfect grande jetés for her. She continued to call out dance steps for him to do, combinations, complicated leaps, everything she could throw, and he did them all, without a word. She nodded and turned back. “Students, form lines.”

Through the rest of the ballet try out, Ryan watched how rigorous the steps the ran them all through were. At the end, which took three times as long as the other dance placements, most people had left the audience, and those who remained, were astounded. When she finished she separated them into basic or advanced classes. The last person was William. She had worked him hardest, and he was sweaty and panting. “Mr. Beckett, I will not hesitate to say this here in front of everyone. Your training was very abstract. You were clearly trained as a girl for most of your life, and then added on the male dance features. There is no way I can reverse this teaching, however, I must say, I will be forced to continue both aspects of training.” she looked at him appraisingly. “You dance exceptionally well in both female and male aspects for someone with substandard previous training. We’ll have to work on your upper body strength, and your lean build.” she smiled slightly amusedly. “Advanced.” she said, pointing to the side of the stage where the advanced students were signing a clip board that was being passed around. Ryan cheered, earning a few odd glances, but William just turned and smiled up at him, waving a tired arm. Brendon, who, as expected, was in basic class, hugged William who smiled and hugged him back.

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