"Grand jete, pirouette, chasse," Harry whispered the moves to himself as he glided across the stage. "Focus, Harry," He told himself as he spun into an illusion, and- "Ow, fuck!"

He sighed loudly, getting up again, this time turning on the music and dancing from the beginning.
First position. Chasse, chaine, spot, spot, grand jete, pirouette, chasse, illusion- thump. "God damnit!"

Harry got up, turning off the music and taking a drink from his water bottle.

"Very graceful!" He heard a familiar voice mock.

Harry's eyes met the front row and he glared at his friend Liam. "Shouldn't you be writing a play or something?" Harry jumped down from the stage.

"Finished last night," Liam grinned smugly, handing Harry a banana and a new water bottle. Liam will occasionally bring breakfast to Harry, if Liam's not busy writing or going over stuff with the actors.

"Thanks," Harry muttered as he peeled the banana and took a big bite.

"Are you okay? You took some pretty hard falls there."

Harry groaned, "How many did you see?"

"Just two," Liam handed Harry his bag, pointing at the clock telling them they had ten minutes until class.

Harry slipped out of his tights, pulled on jeans and started digging through his bag for a shirt. "I can't get that move right."

"Don't worry, mate, you will." Liam was always encouraging.

Harry finished dressing himself, said goodbye to Liam and went to his first class.

Harry sighed as he dragged his feet to the back row and plopped himself into the seat next to his friend, Zayn. Harry could barely pay attention to the teacher, because he was half asleep and kept going over the move in his head, picturing the exact way his dance teacher, Jessica, showed him. Harry was so absorbed in his own thoughts; Zayn flicked Harry in the ear to get his attention.

"Ow, you twat!" Harry put his hand over his ear. "What was that for?!"

"You're not paying attention," Zayn frowned, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? What's wrong? I was up until fucking three in the morning and I still can't get that move right, that's what's wrong!" Harry flipped out, and then sighed.

Zayn half smiled, "Don't get snappy with me. And just so you know, we're supposed to be working on this paper together." Zayn held up the piece of paper and Harry snatched it from him. Harry knew by now that "we're" meant Harry would work on it, and they would both get credit for it. Harry was used to it by now, though, so it didn't really bother him as much as it used to.

As Harry started working on the paper, Zayn started chatting. "Did you see my beau at all this morning? He wasn't in our theater, or at his locker."

"Yeah, he brought me breakfast."

"You?! Why you!?"

"Because he and I are secretly in love." Harry sounded serious.

"Excuse me!?"

Harry looked up from the paper, chuckling. "Kidding, idiot."

Zayn flicked Harry again, laughing, too. "Liam's probably just trying to get away from the new actor."

"You have a new actor?" Harry was genuinely surprised; the school never really got new students, especially during the school year.

Zayn shrugged, "Yeah, Louis something or other. He's a little shy, and awkward. Seems like he's got a big ego, though."

Harry looked up at Zayn again, "Dude, you think everyone has a big ego."

Zayn laughed, "Well!"

"You even thought that about Liam! And look where you are now."

Harry was right. When Liam first got assigned to write plays for the actors, Zayn complained to Harry all the time about how, 'this faggot can't just come in and take over!' a few months later, they were together.

Finally, Harry finished the paper, turned it in and they were allowed to leave. Zayn and Harry went their separate directions to their next classes, but Harry contemplated skipping, because he really needed a nap. Harry didn't like school that much. Yeah, he was smart, and got good grades but he just wanted to focus more on dance. If it was up to him, he would quit school and travel the world, dancing everywhere. He loved to perform for crowds, even though to this day he will get a little nervous.
However, Harry knew that if he got caught skipping again, he could be taken out of the winter performance, or get suspended and either of those things didn't seem worth a nap, so he just went to class.