Hey guys. I just noticed that there is a chapter missing. So I quickly added this one as a preface.

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"'For this reason we have to let you go immediately.', I can't believe this!", It was the end of the 3rd semester. It just turned March and the school appearantly found out about my illegal dance stuff in Central park.

One day we were dancing for an elderly couples anniversary when suddenly the police came and arrested us.

They couldn't throw us in jail, obviously, so they brought us to the principal of our school.
I took full responsibility, I mean, all the others wouldn't have even been involved if it wasn't for me.

Now they had sent me  letter, suspending me from the university with immediate action.

"I know,", I answered Chiara with tears burning in my eyes. We were in our dorm room, all of my friends around us that I made over the year. I'd so miss them. "They want me to move out as well. You'll get one of the freshmen as your new roommate."

"But what are you planning on doing now?", Danny asked with worry.

"I'll find something, don't worry about it. I'll not live under a bridge."

"You know you can just call Shawn and ask him for help right? One call from him and you're back in the game", Chiara said as I put all of my stuff in boxes.

"No, I can't do that. It's like using him. It wouldn't feel right", I didn't tell her that I barely called him since I met his girlfriend. I just couldn't. I was really jealous.

But as we were talking about him he suddenly called me.

"Speak of the devil. I'll be next door.", Chiara said and left quietly as I sat down and took the call.

"Hey. How are you", I said with as much enthusiasm as I could fake.

"I'm good. How are you? How's school going."

"Just splendid. They just threw me out for illegal dancing in public.", I gave a bitter laugh.

"Wow, I'm so sorry", he just answered, but I knew he truly felt sorry for me.

"It's not the worst. I'm officially unemployed and homeless. I have 2 weeks to find a new apartment, and you know New York, that's not gonna be easy."

after a short pause he started talking: "Actually I was worried to ask you this because I thought you were busy with school and stuff, but I actually have a job for you. It would require you to temporarily move to Toronto though. Are you up for it?", he asked.

Maybe it wasn't all hopeless after all: "Sure, I'd definitely love to try"

"Cool, when do you wanna leave? I' send a jet from my record label to pick you up.", he asked. I looked around the room, with the boxes standing all around. I was almost done.

"What about tomorrow."