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Second Position - Gay, He is Not Pt. 2

Second Position - Gay, He Is Not, Pt. 2

Anita Zhang seemed like such a beautiful woman, physically and mentally. Though, Allen was almost certain that he thought that of her just because he found her attractive. Additionally, the vibe she sent was a good sign that his quick judgement of her wasn't entirely false, however in an ironic way due to present circumstances, if he ever were accepted into her class, he'd be judging whether or not she was worth worrying over the treatment she would be given by his master. If she wasn't worth his heart weakening with each and every glance Marian Cross took of her, he'd mind himself and only himself. Not even other women he'd found himself having a liking towards either. If she was though, his heart would eventually break. Even before allowing himself to involve himself with other women, even if he were to date or not. In either possibility actually, dating being a very slim chance. Both possibilities most likely leaving no happiness for him. The first leaving him without a distraction from his circumstances and the other, if his master caught onto his actions, would probably still leave his debts intact.

He'd decided to decide if he would actually go through with what he laid out for himself if either or were to become a reality, be debtless but have his health deteriorate more in the end due to stress or still have debts but have the sweet thought of not having an innocent lady hurt severely finally...

For once in his good nature, he preferred the initial one. If the latter were true then he just reasoned with also the primary source of his mirth being the debts' disappearance kept in mind that, "people get hurt everyday and most of the times they end up fine in the end." Even if he knew eventually his conscious wouldn't allow it to play out actually.

It was his turn to audition due to his last name beginning with the letters W and A, leaving Allen to conclude that he was unconscious for a very, very long time. He got up from his spot on the floor with the help of Lenalee lifting him by his hand and keeping the ice packet on his head, thanked her very excessively and made it to the centre of the studio.

Anita smiled warmly at him, causing warmth in response to coil up in his chest at the gorgeous smile. Allen blushed, lowering his head and turned sure in that instant that he was going to have even more debt than what he started with at the beginning of this plan then.

"Now Walker, there are only so many remaining spots to be filled by males in my class. You better give it your all. I see your potential and it'd be lovely to have you as my student." Anita said.

Allen nodded at that. This is so gay.

Getting into his starting pose, the music began playing...

Allen allowed his body to move in rhythm with the flow of the song, hitting every beat with as much accuracy as he could. Despite how much effort he put in it, his dancing looked effortless. Despite how much effort he put in it however, his face didn't match the song's theme, because no matter what he felt nothing could conceal his hatred for what he was doing right now. Who really liked to be practically forced to do something?

It was ridiculous, him and Mahoja thought in unison. Mahoja thought that only the passionate ones should've been here. She wondered how Anita even made the decision to pick him. Glancing over at Anita, all she saw was the evident amazement written all over her face. It was ridiculous, she thought once more.

"He reminds me of someone." Lenalee whispered to her mentors.

"Someone wonderful, no?" Anita said and Lenalee nodded to that.

All Mahoja could do was scoff, knowing how stubborn her superior was. What was more ridiculous than this boy's dance moves however was Anita unintentionally asserting her status over Mahoja yet still trying to maintain her genuinely warm demeanour by saying that they were equals. Now that was ridiculous.

Allen finished and everyone applauded, all starstruck except for a few including Mahoja.

When the applause died down, Anita was the only one left still clapping (Cross smirking a bit at that) and stood up, grinning from ear to ear. "Wonderful! We have a prodigy in here everyone!" Anita exclaimed, Lenalee's face distorting out of slight jealously at that.

"Are you sure about that? Just because he reminds you of someone great doesn't mean anything. It just might mean he's an unoriginal loser. I felt uninspired by his moves because of his vibe. I didn't feel like he was into it very much." Mahoja commented.

Chaozii Han agreed to that along with some students.

"He has potential, don't you agree Lenalee?" Anita said, Lenalee hesitantly agreeing to that. "I see what you're talking about Mahoja dear but his potential is phenomenal. I can make a beautiful dancer out of this one. I know it. Just like I did another dancer not too long ago with a similar attitude."

"Who kept that same attitude all throughout his time here though might I add." Mahoja reminded.

"Kanda." Lenalee said fondly. "I wonder how he is."

"Indeed." Anita agreed. "Now that's who he reminds me of. I see."

But why him? Lenalee quietly thought to herself.

Allen cleared his throat, uncomfortable with how everyone saw through the facade he tried to keep up. "What class am I assigned to, Miss Anita?"

"My class of course." Anita informed, earning groans from the males since that left only two spots remaining.

Allen internally jumped out of sheer relief and joy. Being one step closer to having a brighter future financially. He looked over to his master, Cross Marian, and nodded at him. Him taking a swig of his whiskey in the flask he kept hidden in his jacket as a response.

Cross took yet another glance at Anita today. The millionth one today Allen exaggerated. For someone who objectifies someone as much as Cross Marian does, he sure does like to look at them often. Allen concluding that he was just possessive of what he considered his. Leaving him all the more keen on keeping an eye on him and Anita Zhang.

An hour passes and the auditions were done and over with. Twenty people in each class. An even ratio of girls to boys in each one. The classes being ranked by how difficult and how good the dancer was. A being the hardest and hardest to get into and E being the easiest. To not cause discouragement however despite getting recognized by Anita Zhang in the first place was a feat itself, monthly—along with the tri-monthly $200 fee—everyone would be placed in different classes based on how well they performed by the end of the month until the beginning of November of next year where everyone would be in a permanent class by then based on how much they've improved. By the end of December, they'd perform at Madison Square Garden theatre. By then though, they would have performed at smaller places before that that they should've been used to the idea of it.

All Allen hoped was that Cross was done winning over Anita (and hopefully eventually give up on her by then) before a year passes so that he won't be there to see that big day and almost certainly ruin it for everyone.

Everyone, excluding the teachers, was getting their stuff ready to leave, some already gone. Cross took that opportunity to approach his apprentice.

"Idiot apprentice, good job winning over Anita. She was really impressed by you." Cross genuinely complimented, causing Allen to blush. He didn't care for the art but the fact that he left so many including a world-renowned professional in awe at his performance swelled him with subtle pride.

"I know." He spoke, rubbing the back of his head. That was when however he took in what he just said.

Good job, good job, good job...

Those three words spoken by the rudest man he's ever met left him stunned since they were so rarely genuinely spoken.

"T-thanks." Was all Cross last heard him say before Cross walked away, hoping that Allen would get the hint for him to follow.

A/N: Sorry that that took me so long for me to update. I can't make a schedule for shit when I write. I really should since I lack motivation in absolutely everything. Some world building in this chapter. Hope you enjoyed!

Northern Ballet dancer Abigail Prudames rehearsing Casanova, a ballet by Kenneth Tindall.

Photo Justin Slee.

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