1. Where Are You
"ARIEL?!?! ARIEL WHERE ARE YOU?!?!" I run through the building. "Ariel. Baby please please." I spin around. "Michael." I turn quickly. "She left.. She was too fast I lost her.. She's gone. Michael shes gone." I fall to the ground. "She can't be.. Why would she do this do me?" I shoot up sweating. "I miss you.." Its been two years. I know stupid.. It feels like two days since she left me though. I miss her everyday. She was my love. My life. My first true love. I can't stop thinking about her. It's kinda hard to forget her when its getting shoved im your face every second that she might be the next upcoming dancer. She's changed everything about her though. Red streaks in her hair. Black hair.. She shaved one side of her hair.. her smile isn't ad bright.. I go to move but realise someones arms are wrapped around me. I look down to see some girl. I sigh shoving her awake. This happens a lot now. I wake up with some girl in my bed. "Time to go. Get out." She looks at me angrily. "Ass hole." I roll my eyes standing. "I know."
"Hey babe." Ross walks up to me wrapping his arms around me. "Hey." I turn smiling and kissing him. "Do you like our new house?" I smile nodding. "Its perfect." He kisses my cheek pulling away from me. "Alright Ms popular new dancer. Its time for you to get ready." I sigh turning around. "Right. I just about forgot." He pulls me to him again. "I'm going to miss you." He kisses me again. I smile against the kiss. "I'll miss you too." I pull away from him running to get dressed.
*Later on in an interview*
I laugh. "Honestly my true passion is music but I am glad to be dancing." The interviewer laughs with me. "Ahh. Lets get to the stuff people want to know. How are you and your boyfriend doing? Ross right?" I nod. "We're doing good we just got a new house-" He cuts me off. "Is it hard still? You mentioned before that it was hard to be away from Michael. If I'm not mistaken." I totally freeze. I look down. "Uh. it's been two years. Ross has helped a lot." The interviewer clears his throat. "Well, how about you sing a little song for us?