Requested by Caotic_cat

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This was a little different to what you wanted, but I hope it's okay :)

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relever /verb/ meaning to 'raise' in ballet

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You breathe in and out. 

Your chest rises and falls as you do.

Pulling back the curtains, you peek out in the filling crowd and see if you recognise anyone.  You drop your eyes with sadness and slowly let go of the curtain. 

"Hey [Y/N]. You look sad. Know your going to fall flat on your face?" My rival, Ella smirks in front of you, crossing her arms and straightening her back. "I am going to be able to go with that special guest that is in the audience and perform with them watching. You won't." She whispers into your ear and you quickly turn your head, wincing quietly.

You hated Ella. She always showed off and made you falter. Ella sucked up to your teacher, so that she was guaranteed to be picked and be their favourite. 

But tonight was something big for all of you. Whoever impresses a secret guest wins a trip to Paris with them to perform under a well-known dance.

No-one knew who the guest or dancer was, but it was bound to be good. 

Ella walks away and you do too, both of you making your way to the mirrors to add any finishing touches. 

You sigh and run your fingers your fringe, which you specifically got for this whole event. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you suddenly hear a booming voice.

"Good evening and welcome to my dance school. Today, one of our deserved will join a special guest and a wonderful dance teacher in Paris." You scrunch your hands and look at Ella. "There will be ten dancers, and no-one knows where this person is sitting or who they are. It's certainly a surprise." Your teacher, Michelle, twirls the microphone hand in her hands. "Let's start off with... Miss Janine Hatton!" The audience claps and so do you, Janine rushing onto the stage to begin her routine.

The night drags on and your name was last on the list. But, before you, was Ella.

"I'm next, and I know I'll be going to Paris." She turns to look at you and you clench your jaw, smiling, and hiding your rage. You were too nice to just blow up on her. 

And if you did, you'd miss out.

Michelle introduces Ella and she does her routine. You part your mouth as little in surprise and nervousness rises in your chest. You swallow and rub your hands together. 

Ella pirouettes and bows as she finishes, people in the audience clapping loudly. 

And now. It was your turn.

Michelle calls your name and you move to the center of the stage.

You begin.

Your moves are effortless. Your eyes follow your hands as you express how passionate you are through your movements. 

As you catch Ella's eye, you falter, but easily pick yourself up.

You finish with a pirouette, an assemble and finally a bow to finish. Letting out a sign, you move to the side of the stage as other begin to clap. At the final moment before stepping out of view, your eye catches a gentleman sitting at the front, who eyes were a piercing blue and he smiles at you. 

You sheepishly smile behind the curtain and an interval is announced. 

Then, you have to wait.

As your fiddle with your frilly, white tutu, you notice a pair of shoes in front of you. You look up and see a man in a blue button up shirt and jeans. You immediately stand up.

"Hi [Y/N], was it?" He holds out his hand and your go to shake it, but he lifts it to his lips and presses them onto your knuckles. You lick your lips and smile at him. He returns it. 

You recognise those blue eyes from earlier. 

"Hi..."

"Your performance was amazing, I'm a big fan of ballet." He lowers his voice. "Your finish was a lot better than the other girls, especially Ella." You gasp and his lips curl into another smile. 

"Thh-thank you." 

"You are beautiful too..." His eyes go wide. "Did I say that out loud?" Both of you chuckle and Michelle walks up to you both. 

"Have you made your decision Benedict?" You blink in confusion.

"Yes. I believe that [Y/N] [L/N] should join me in Paris." For a moment, you couldn't process what just happened.

Michelle gives you a warm smiles and hugs you, walking away to leave you two alone. 

"You... you... you're the special guest?" He nods. 

"You really were amazing." You jump up and wrap your arms around him, the smell of him warm and fresh. You noses brush against each other as you both pull away and there's a pause. 

Biting your lips, you look down and Benedict pulls your chin up to face him.

"You really are stunning... and I can't wait for us to go to Paris together..." 

You raise your feet and press your lips against him, losing yourself in the moment. "That was definately... something." He chuckles and your do too.

And you reveler out of your shell. 

To him.