I sat in my small class of talentless humans.

As they all stared deadly at the teacher, who stood aimlessly in the head of the class.

"So who would like to go first?" He continued on with his lecture of amazingly nothing.

"Rebecca?" He questioned, directing his attention towards me.

His usual black coat, laid effortlessly on the loose chair.

His grey hair had found it's way to be slicked back. His eyes icy blue; piercing the sudden tensioned room.

"Oh, umm no thanks." I declined as politely as possible.

"C'mon, you must!" He protested. His eyes almost shown persistent.

"O-oh ok.." I responded. I stood from my spot; the textured brown chair making a loud squeak.

I felt everyone's eyes start to bore into my soul.

I stand, I Rebecca Amelia, in the front of 47 students; about ready to perform something still very unknown from me.

"Umm what are we doing?" I whispered pearly to Mr. Haulers; He sighed in frustration.

"Rebecca, you are going to perform in front of the class.." He pointed to the class. "And demonstrate proper talent." He stated like it was nothing.

I felt my body tense. Up here? In the front? Talent? He obviously doesn't know this class has no talent.

Why he hasn't given up on us yet, still haunts me.

Sooner than even knowing; I found myself agreeing.

He smiled my way before heading over to the small system, where they hold the technical properties.

Soon a familiar beat played through out the inflated room. I knew this song.. That should be a plus.

My body went into sudden movements. First foot, second foot, and turn. Sooner then later the song was close to ending.

The music blacked out from my ears. But I didn't notice.. I was too into this. This, this is my passion.

I found myself singing along. Not just a whisper but loud enough for the whole room to hear.

I finished the last note; only to be interrupted by a grouP of claps I know I should be proud; but almost instantly my body went into to full embarrassment. I quickly ran out the door.

I ran out the door of my university, then sadly realizing.. I left my bag.
Just great! (Hint sarcasm).. I sighed in frustration.. Why me?

I walked home, plopping myself down on my empty couch.

No life, no boyfriend, no friends, no nothing. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, before the familiar tune popped. I pulled it out to see the caller I.D.

It read.. Unknown..Yeah, no. I'm not gonna answer that.seconds later my phone blares again.. Same unknown caller.

I clicked the ignore button. Again they called.I clicked the answer button.. Might as well.

"Hello?" I asked exasperated.

I heard shuffling on the other end before any response.

"Hello?" Said a raspy voice.

"Uh.. Hi..?" I trailed.

"Yeah, hi! Is this Rebecca Amelia?" The mysterious voice asked.

"Speaking.." I retorted.

"Hi, I'm Liam.. I need your help!" He said frantically

"Well that escalated quickly." I mumbled more to myself than Harry.

"Yes, yes it did!" He cheered.

Wow, this kid is a happy lad...

"Yes, yes I am." He cheered.. Yet again.

This kid is forming a migraine..

"What do you want, Liam? If that's really your name." I snapped.

I heard a soft chuckle on the other end..

"Yes Rebecca, that is my name; and like I said, I need your help." He explained.

Why would he need my help? I don't even know this kid.

"Why do you need me? I don't even know you!" I interjected.

"You used to be a therapist, right?"

"Wrong I just worked for the suicide hotline. How could you mess that up?" I retorted.

"Yeah, yeah.. But you see I have a friend.. And lately he's been depressed.." He trailed.

"And? So? What am I supposed to do?!" I snapped.

Ok, I know that was insensitive.. Here comes the guilt.

"Well, I heard you do a good fixing, and personal job.."

"Yeah.."

"I want you to help my friend.." He cracked.

Aw... Did I make him feel bad?!

"No, no! It wasn't you!" He explained.

Well that's relieving..

"Well.. I don't know. I'm always busy, and I have school! I just, I just can't!" I tried to convince the man.

"I can pay you! As much money as you want! Just name the price! Please, just please help me!" He cried.

I sighed; I can't believe I'm going to actually agree..

"Fine, I'll do it" I sighed.

"Really! Thank you," he cheered.

"Yep."

"I'll send you the time, date, address, and number! A limo will be at your house!" He explained happily.

"Wait- how do you know where I live?!" I asked. Too bad he already hung up! (Hint sarcasm) Great.

There I sat, on my couch.. Forever alone.