Tom's POV

Climbing out of my warm covers on a morning where the temperatures already felt frigid was a struggle. Slowly untangling the mass of sheets and blankets from my body I place my feet on the floor holding in a small yelp from the icy floor. Finally making my way into the kitchen I put on a kettle and heated up some scones my mum had sent me. When the kettle finished heating up I relaxed deep into the love seat turning on the telie drown out the sickening silence.

A lot had been going through my mind as of late. Things like am I good enough of an actor or do people only see me as playing dorky teenage protagonists. And there was one other thing that seemed to loom in the back of my mind constantly, her. I wanted to know what she was doing, how her life was going, but after New York we spoke less frequently, she texted less, I got extremely busy with Chaos Walking, and she was busy with her life. I'd thought about calling her a couple of times before, but usually I ended up not doing so out of fear of not getting a response or simply her forgetting about me. I hope though I don't forget about her, I don't want to forget her kind eyes, or the way her smile lights up a room, or how when she laughs too hard she snorts, and the cute way she furrows her brows in concentration. I bite into the scone, soft, warm, and laced with sweet cream thinking, is this what I want to do. Soon though I am startled by the rustling of a doorknob.

"Tom, you up mate?"

"I'm in here Haz."

"Oh there you are, I have fantastic news."

"Do tell."

"So the movie you've been cast for, they're in the final stages of picking your leading lady."

"Oooh, do we know who the candidates are?"

"No confirmation yet, just that of the 3 remaining only two of them are Hollywood actresses."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"When will they know for sure?"

"Well, according to the casting director, they're looking into seeing if any of them have even the slightest background in dance to see how much training they're going to need before shooting can start."

"Oh goodness, lets just hope they can pick someone who can dance a little."

(Y/N)'s POV

It was private preview night for the ballet and you were nervous beyond belief. According to the director, big name heads of production were coming to preview the ballet and to see if maybe there were any students they'd want as interns or in the case of some of the seniors, a job. You could sense the amount of stress amongst the dancers and and musicians as you all finished preparing for the show. The thing you were looking most forward to was that you got two tickets for the preview and your older brother and best friend were coming to watch you perform. You glanced into the mirror one last time, smoothing your bun and making sure your tutu was in perfect condition before heading to the wings to await your cue.

Third Person POV

The show began and the audience fell silent. As the curtains rose a graceful young woman entered in a magnificent rosey pink ensemble along with other cast members. The audience was captivated by her magic and it seemed that the school picked the absolute perfect person to play the title Aurora. As the show continued on not much of a sound was made except for the occasional scurry of pen to paper or the hushed whispers of people speaking into recording devices. Intermission soon arrived along with a frenzy of people running to the director trying to find the names of performers and gather contact information. One man remained in the theater during intermission though. He was tall and a little gruff, his suit tailored perfectly to his figure as he simply sat there continuing to mumble into his cell phone. If it weren't for the fact that others had been doing the same during the show one might find him to be crazy, but there he sat in the dim lit house awaiting the start of the second scene of the second act.

As if right on cue the house filled back up with the guests, music began to echo, and the curtain slowly rose revealing the young prince in search for the princess. The show continued on and unlike the rest of the audience scurrying down their thoughts or murmuring into their recorders, our man sat still entranced by the show and its music. But much like the first half of show, it came quickly to an end as the dancers came out for the final curtain call, the young couple playing the prince and princess earning a standing ovation. And as though the floodgates had opened the people exited the theater to await the arrival of the performers.

(Y/N)'s POV

As you ran back to the dressing room you were still feeling the high of coming off of a performance. You ever so carefully took off your costume slipping on your street clothes and wrapping your feet before making your way out to the lobby to greet your guests. When you walked out there your brother was, he had the biggest smile on his face and a beautiful bouquet of coral roses.

"Charlie you came," you said as you embraced him in a hug.

"Of course, you were amazing, it's a shame Mom and Dad couldn't come."

"It happens, anyway, how's school going?" Just as Charlie opened his mouth a man came over an interrupted.

"Excuse me Miss, are you by chance Miss (Y/L/N)?"

"Yes sir," the man was tall, his five o'clock shadow very visible and his moppy red hair dangling in front of his face. He seemed too unkempt to be some talent scout but something about the way he carried himself made his disheveled appearance fade into the background.

"Yes, I was hoping that I could obtain your contact information, my employer is looking for some talented ballet dancers for a project she's working on and I would love to throw you into the ring."
"O-o-of course," you stutter in amazement, "here," you said scribbling on a small pad of paper both your phone number and email.

"Thank you miss," the mysterious man spoke before leaving you and your brother alone.

"How long are you staying in the New York area?" you asked Charlie.

"I got today and Monday off, so I'm hoping it's okay if I stay the whole weekend."

"Of course, anything for my favorite older brother."

"Hey I'm your only older brother."

"Exactly."