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𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 || MOOSE
𝙏𝘼𝙇𝘼 — a girl attending MSA, an overachiever girl, but she thrives on the stage, acting her heart away.
𝙈𝙊𝙊𝙎𝙀 — a boy attending MSA, tech-savvy type of guy, but he shines the most when it comes to dancing.
a perfectionist actress meets a layback dancer.
available on wattpad too- @/whodafukisu
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author: there are barely Moose fanfic, so i thought why not? let’s just hope i actually keep up with this one.
MASTERLIST
step up 2 - finished
0.1 –𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙞𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣
0.2 –𝙪𝙜𝙝, 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣
0.3 –𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙬
0.4 –𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧
0.5 –𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙪𝙥
0.6 –𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧
0.7 –𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮
0.8 –𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙨𝙤𝙣
0.9 –𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙗𝙤𝙬
Moose strikes me as a guy who finds shy, chubby girls insanely attractive (extra special bonus points if they're short too). He thinks it's adorably cute. He would love to tease them and it's big props for him if he can make them laugh and blush. If they struggle a bit with their self-esteem due to being a bigger girl Moose would immediately try to find a way to remind them of how pretty he thinks they are (perhaps with the help of some dance moves too?). Moose also helps to bring them out of their shell more with his outgoing, bubbly personality and humorous nature. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my TED Talk----
Hey! Can you ship me with someone from Riverdale, The umbrella Academy and the Avengers? I'm a 18 year old straight girl with black hair and light brown eyes. I'm short and I have a slim figure. Right now I'm in law school and in the future I would like to have a job in an international organisation ♡ Thank you so much! Have a nice day!
I ship you with: Moose Mason!
in high school, he let you borrow his Varsity jacket once when it was raining, but you two were never close
you two wouldn’t really get to know each other until college, which is kind of surprising and isn’t usually the case, but it still happens
Moose is pretty easygoing, so he always tries to help whenever you get stressed about something
he is extremely supportive of your ambitions
he frequently picks up coffee and some food from a nearby café for you when you're studying or working too hard
you appreciate how thoughtful he is; you’d never pegged him as the type to be so thoughtful in high school due to his ‘jock’ reputation
Moose loves to cuddle. It’s just a fact. I don’t make the rules, sorry.
He also loves Netflix and popcorn, so you two have a lot of date nights that are just watching shows, talking, cuddling, and eating popcorn on the couch
he surprises you by having a lot more depth to his personality than you initially thought, which is awesome
he thinks you're so pretty (because you are) and is always a surprised, blushing mess of happiness when you introduce him as your boyfriend
I ship you with: adult (18+) Number Five!*
*see the author’s note at the bottom of the post
Five has a hard time finding people he genuinely likes and gets along with
you two would probably meet in a library at or near your university
despite studying different things, you two see each other there frequently, and eventually you start leaving at the same time and he’ll do small things like hold the door for you or ask how you're doing
he isn’t one for grand gestures, but all the little things are what makes you like him, and eventually you two go one a date
which leads to another date. and another. and another...until you're “officially” together (when it’s official is decided by his siblings)
all of the other Hargreeves children think you have some sort of superpower because you got Five to try a few new things without the “I’ve done everything; I know it all” spiel he usually gives
your dedication to work is something he admires very much
he likes to experience things he’s done before with you because you make them feel different, and it’s refreshing and fun for both of you
his siblings like to tease him about being gin a relationship, but Five gets annoyed by it, so he always is a little grumpy at first when he sees them
eventually, he warms up to them (mostly because you say it’s not good to fight with his siblings all the time) and then you all have a lot of fun together
A/N: hello and thank you for the ask! just so you know, the avengers wasn’t one of the fandoms on the list I opened ships for, which can be found here. I also wanted to say that I ship you and Five, but as I stated in my TUA disclaimer post, in all my ships and writings he is imagined as an adult, not as 13 because I am 1000% against pedophilia. Have a nice day, and I hope you like your ships!
Imagine moose falling in love with you and trying to seduce you with his dance moves
Imagine : Sam giving you a pep talk for your date that night!
— there’s a dance studio for a reason
pairing: Moose x Tala (OC)
summary: "there's a dance studio for a reason, so maybe dont dance in the hallways where people walk?"
genre: fluff; crack
warnings: none
series; wc: 1.7k
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THE SUN SHONE down the campus of Maryland School of Arts, as Tala adjusted the strap of her bag and squinted against the light.
The school was humming with students spilling out of classrooms, laughter bouncing off lockers, sneakers squeaking on floors. Tala made her way down the more secluded area of the school, and the noise dulled down as if the volume was turned down.
The performing arts class sat at the more secluded area of the campus, where only a handful of students stayed at and that includes – Tala, but she didn't mind. She actually liked the quite atmosphere of her class compared to the rest of the school. Less noise means more room to think.
As she walked, the tap of her shoes echoed softly through the empty halls as she hums a melody, one from the musical they'd recently started rehearsing. Her fingers tapped the strap of her bag, off beat but she didnt really care.
She rounded the corner near her class, eyes still wandering around, when she saw a boy spinning around the hall but it was too late when –
THUMP
She stumbled hard, her ankle twisting as her shoe caught against his sneaker. Her bag slid off her shoulder, and she hit the ground with a graceless, startled oof, hands scraping against the floor.
"What the hell?" she snapped as she pushed herself up.
Standing above her, a guy with doe eyes and messy curl hair, looked at her, still out of breathe. He looked liked he hadn't known he was in a hallways — where people walk.
"Woah" he said taking off his earbuds " you good?" he asked as if she had walked into his rehearsal space.
Tala brushed the dirt off her skirt and calmly – or so she tried – grabbed her bag off the floor before turning towards the guy who was still waiting for her to talk.
Tala narrowed her eyes as she pointed her finger towards him "You know, there's a dance studio for a reason, so maybe don't dance in the hallways where people walk."
she said before walking off.
The boy raised his eyebrows before hurriedly trying to catch up to her.
"Chill, i was just dancing. Didn't think anyone actually go through these halls" The guy said falling into step beside her.
Tala eyed the boy weirdly, wondering why the hell he was following her.
"Well, no surprise" she said snarkly "people happen to have their classes here"
"Oh, i get it, theatre kid, right?" The guy grinned "Explains the whole dramatic-ness" he said gesturing to her.
"Excuse you?" Tala stopped, turning towards the boy "And this is coming from someone pirouetting-" "i wasn't pirouetting" "-spinning around hitting people like a drunk"
He laughed, he actually laughed, as if she didn't just insult him.
"First of all, i only hit you so i dont know what you mean by everybody" he grinned looking at her "And secondly, you're intense, i like it"
Tala just stared at him before rolling her eyes and continued walking leaving the boy behind.
"I'm Robert Alexander The Third" he called out but the girl rounded another corner "But you can call me Moose" he muttered looking in the direction of the - now gone - girl.
𓆩❀𓆪
Tala pushed open the heavy black box theatre door with more force than necessary. The old hinges squeaked. Inside, the familiar scent of stage dust and paint wrapped around her like armor. It was dim, peaceful. Safe.
A few students milled about, stretching lazily or scrolling on their phones. Mr. Howard was running late. Typical.
Her palms still stung from the fall, and her pride was absolutely bruised. She looked down and noticed a faint scuff on her tights where her knee had hit the ground. Great.
She exhaled sharply, trying to shake it off. She dropped onto the floor in the corner of the black box, legs stretched out, digging through her bag like a raccoon in a trash can. Dance shoes, water bottle, a pack of gum, but no script.
Her brows furrowed.
"No, no, no..."
She unzipped the smaller pocket, then checked the main compartment again, even though she knew it wasn't there.
Her breath caught.
Did I leave it at home? No—I had it this morning. I was reading on the walk over...
Then it hit her.
The fall.
Thala stood so fast her head spun but she didn't care. She sprinted back into the hallway, shoes echoing on the floor. Her heart thudded in time with her footsteps as she turned the corner to the hallway from before.
Empty.
No script on the floor. No faint outline of her stuff where it had scattered.
She turned in a slow circle, biting the inside of her cheek.
Then—
"Lose something?"
She whipped around.
He stood there leaning casually against the wall, her script held lazily in one hand. His curls were still messy, his sleeves pushed up like he hadn't left since earlier. But there was a flicker of something new in his expression—less teasing, more observant.
Her eyes narrowed "You".
He grinned "Me".
Tala strode toward him, arms crossed. "You always just... hang around places you don't belong?"
He held the script out. "This one fell during the Great Collision of five minutes ago. Figured you'd come crawling back for it."
She snatched it from him, trying not to show the actual relief flooding her chest. "I wasn't crawling. I was retrieving."
"Right," he said, pretending to be thoughtful. "Is that what drama kids call panicking now?"
She glared at him, but he just smiled, proud of himself.
"Thanks," she muttered.
"You're welcome, Tala."
The way he said her name—confident, like he'd always known it—caught her off guard.
She blinked. "How do you know my name?"
He shrugged. "Saw the cast list on the wall. Plus, your bag has it written on the inside flap in glitter pen. Rookie move."
Thala blushed faintly and turned to walk away.
"Moose by the way" The guy – Moose – called out once again.
𓆩❀𓆪
Rehearsal dragged.
Not because it was hard—if anything, Tala knew the lines better than half the cast—but because her knee still throbbed from that hallway collision, and Mr. Howard had a habit of stopping scenes every five seconds to adjust someone's "emotional honesty." Tala barely held in a sigh as the lead fumbled his cue for the third time.
She sat cross-legged in the wings, script resting against her thigh, chewing absently on the cap of her pen. From here, she could see the lighting rig above the stage, and the faint flicker of movement behind the booth window in the back of the theatre.
That's when she saw him.
Up in the tiny sound booth, leaning back in the tech chair with one boot propped on the console, was none other than Moose.
Tala blinked. What the hell is he doing up there?
She leaned forward slightly, trying to get a better look. He had a headset on, the mic tilted casually away from his mouth. Every so often, he tapped a button or adjusted a dial, and the stage lights shifted. A spotlight faded. A cue changed.
It wasn't random.
He was running the lighting.
Moose was on tech crew?
"No way," she muttered under her breath.
The scene ended with a half-hearted clap from Howard, and the cast was dismissed. Thala didn't wait — she slipped out of the wings, jogged up the aisle, and climbed the narrow staircase to the booth.
Moose looked up as she pushed the door open.
"You've got to be kidding me," she said, eyes wide.
He grinned, tilting the headset off one ear. "Nice to see you too."
"You're crew?"
"Lighting and sound," he said, motioning around the booth like he was giving a tour. "I set the board up last week. Been shadowing the upperclassmen, but today's my first real solo run."
She crossed her arms. "You do lighting but you were dancing in the hallway like a cracked-out backup dancer."
"Multitalented," he said with a wink.
Thala stared at him, part disbelief, part grudging curiosity.
"Guess we're gonna be working together more often now" Moose said smugly.
"Guess we are" Tala said backing out of the studio.
This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder.
𓆩❀𓆪
Moose had no chill. Thala figured that out within three days.
He wasn't just pestering her—he was committed to it. Like it was a full-time job.
"Yo, Tala," he called one morning, sliding into the hallway with socks on, half-dancing like the floor was lava. "Just making sure gravity still works today!"
She didn't even break stride. "You're not funny."
"I am," he said, spinning to walk backward in front of her. "You're just allergic to joy."
She tried to step around him. He moonwalked.
During rehearsal breaks, he'd show up out of nowhere with a snack he swore she needed. "You look like you skipped breakfast and dinner. You gotta fuel the art."
Moose had that weird, effortless charm—the kind that made people laugh even when they wanted to be mad. He was quick on his feet, quick with his mouth, and somehow always moving—drumming his fingers, bouncing a knee, tossing a pen in the air and catching it without looking.
And every time she saw him up in the booth, focused, adjusting lights or fixing a cue without a word, it almost didn't match the chaos he brought to her world.
Almost.
But then, he'd flash her that ridiculous grin from behind the glass and hold up a sign that said "Don't trip, star of the show."
She flipped him off.
He gave her two thumbs up.
Every day, it was something.
And no matter how much she told herself she didn't care...
She was starting to look for him in the corners.
author:
hello, ngl i have ideas for this story, figured i'd start with how they met, cuz i wanted them to have some sort of story already before starting the main story.
i have a tendency of starting a story but then completely forgetting about it, so i'm hoping this one sticks.
–𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙬
pairings: Moose x Tala (OC)
summary: "I'll join... if he apologizes”
genre: tiny bit of angst(literally barely a speck); crack
series; wc: 2.2k
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𝗜𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗚𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗪𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗚.
It started when Tala missed her entrance. Or rather, when 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, her scene partner and the male lead, missed his cue — but of course, she was the one who caught the fallout.
The theatre smelled of sweat, the heavy stage lights glaring down like spotlights on her mistakes. Mr. Howard, their director, was absolutely fuming. His voice echoed off the empty seats like a thunderclap.
"𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗔" he barked, throwing his clipboard onto the floor with a loud smack that made several cast members flinch. "You had one job — ONE. The lead carries the scene when things fall apart! You can't just stand there waiting like a damn deer in headlights!"
Tala stood frozen, hands clenched into fists at her sides. She wanted to defend herself, to explain that it was 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 who was late, 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 who'd forgotten the entrance, 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 who stumbled over his lines even once he finally showed up. But one look at Mr. Howards's face told her it would only make things worse.
"You think the audience is going to care that he messed up?" Mr. Howard spat, pacing in tight, furious circles. "They're going to blame 𝘆𝗼𝘂! They'll think the show is a joke, that you're a 𝙟𝙤𝙠𝙚!"
Every word felt like a slap. Tala bit the inside of her cheek, tasting blood, fighting the sting building behind her eyes.
"I don't care whose fault it is. If you can't step up, if you can't lead — then maybe 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡."
The entire cast was silent, shifting uncomfortably. No one dared to meet her eyes. Even James, the one who'd caused all this, kept his head down.
Mr. Warren finally stopped pacing and stabbed a finger toward Tala. "Fix it. Or 𝗜 will."
And just like that, rehearsal was dismissed.
Tala stayed frozen on the stage a moment longer, as everyone else scrambled to pack up and flee the uncomfortable tension. She could hear the whispers already starting as they filed out.
"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭.."
"𝘗𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘢..."
"𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵？"
Tala didn't wait to hear more. She snatched up her bag and stormed out, her heart hammering against her ribs.
𓆩❀𓆪
She pushed open the heavy door leading out to the side of the building. But instead of finding the solitude she craved, she nearly ran right into a trio standing awkwardly outside.
Chase, Andie, and Moose.
They were mid-conversation — or argument maybe — judging by the uncomfortable way they snapped to silence when they saw her. Tala's heart twisted painfully. Her wide eyes flicked between them, trying to assess if they had heard her humiliation, if they knew.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦'𝘴.
He wasn't smirking or awkward or avoiding her eyes like the others. He was just standing there, a few steps away, his eyes soft and filled with worry. Like he saw her — really saw her, not just the mess she must have looked like.
"Hey... what's wrong?" Moose asked gently, taking a small step toward her.
That cracked something inside her.
The pity in their faces, the unbearable sympathy in Moose's voice — it was too much. She shook her head once, sharply, and without a word, shoved past them, nearly stumbling down the stairs that led away from the building.
"Tala-" Moose called after her, but she didn't look back.
She didn't stop until she was far enough from the theatre that the weight of the walls, the stares, the pressure couldn't smother her anymore. Her legs gave out near the curb of the street, and she sank down heavily, her bag slipping from her shoulder and collapsing against her side.
And there she sat, arms slack, her whole body sagging.
Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably now, fat drops that fell onto her jeans, soaking into the fabric. She pressed her palms to her eyes, her chest heaved with silent sobs.
Everything 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁. The embarrassment, the anger, the injustice of being blamed for something that wasn't her fault. The fear — 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦? 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧
"Tala?"
The voice was softer this time. Closer.
She jerked her head up slightly and saw Moose, just a few meters away, hesitating like he wasn't sure if she wanted him there.
He looked... worried. Really worried. Not the kind of worry you fake when you're just trying to be polite.
Slowly, carefully, he walked closer, crouching down beside her at the edge of the curb, not crowding her, just being there.
Tala sniffed hard and wiped the back of her hand across her face, but it was useless. She knew she must have looked awful, puffy and red-eyed, but Moose didn't flinch or look away.
"Hey," he said again, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's okay. Whatever it is... it's okay."
Tala shook her head, another sob breaking free.
"It's not okay," she croaked. "I messed up. I ruined everything. Mr. Howard, he-" her voice crumbled to nothing.
Moose shifted closer, resting his arms on his knees casually, giving her space to talk or not, without any pressure.
"I'm sure it wasn't all you," he said quietly. "You're too good for that."
Tala let out a broken laugh that sounded more like a whimper.
"You didn't see it," she said bitterly.
"No," he agreed. "But I know you." He smiled, just a little. "You don't just fall apart for no reason."
The sincerity in his voice made Tala look at him properly for the first time. He 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 it. He really meant it.
For a long minute, neither of them spoke. The late afternoon sun dipped lower, casting long shadows over the pavement.
Finally, Moose spoke again, softer than before.
"You don't have to pretend with me, you know."
And with that simple sentence, Tala felt something in her chest unclench. She didn't need to be perfect right now. She didn't need to be strong.
So she leaned her head onto Moose's shoulder, just lightly, and to her relief, he didn't pull away. He just sat there with her, letting her cry, letting her be, until the worst of the storm inside her passed.
For the first time all day, Tala didn't feel 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚.
𓆩❀𓆪
"Morning, sunshine," Chase called out as soon as he spotted Andie walking into the room.
"The good times just keep on coming, don't they?" Andie internally groaned, looking at Chase.
Chase laughed and made his way over to where she slumped into a chair.
"Ouch. What's got into you today?"
"What?" Andie shot back, her voice heavy with sarcasm. "As opposed to my usual sparkling charm?"
Chase chuckled, flashing a grin. "Fair enough. Two points to the new girl." But his smile faded as he got a better look at her — at how exhausted and defeated she looked.
"You want to talk about it?" He said concerned.
Andie hesitated before replying "I got kicked out of my crew"
"What for?"
"For being here," Andie said bitterly, glancing around the room. "I can't believe I messed this up." She leaned heavily against her palm, frustration written all over her face.
"They're the ones that messed up. They lost an amazing dancer." Chase reassured, making Andie let out a small laugh.
After a small beat of silence, Chase prompted "You should just start your own crew."
Andie looked at him weirdly "No, you can't just start your own crew." she pointed out as if it was so obvious.
"Why not?" Chase asked confused.
"Because you can't" Andie insisted.
"Besides, who would be in it? Me and..."
"Me." Chase grinned, "Us."
"Ok. We'll just start our own crew." Andie mocked him before giving him a look that suggested he'd completely lost it.
Chase only chuckled "What else you gonna do?"
"Nobody here is gonna step out of their 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙." Andie argued.
"Not the Sophie Donovans, but there's a lot going on 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗿."
"Really?" Andie said skeptical.
* . *
"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙧.
𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘺, 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴．
𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮．
𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴, 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴."
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"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝙆𝙞𝙙𝙤．
𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘭𝘥-𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘱．
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦."
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"𝙁𝙡𝙮'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦，
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤'𝘴 𝘰𝘯．
𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳?"
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"𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦
𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴．
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦．
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵"
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"𝘔𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝘾𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚
𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳．
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦."
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"𝘈𝘯𝘥, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝙎𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨．
𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘺 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵．
𝘋𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳．
𝘜𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘔𝘚𝘈 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦."
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"Don't forget Moose" Andie said once Chase finished introducing her to the — secret talents of MSA.
"Moose?" Chase asked incredulously, he didnt think Moose was the type to dance, he looked more like a tech-y guy.
"Yeah, trust me on this one" Andie grinned as she led Chase out in the courtyard, heading to where Moose sat at a table in the courtyard, eating tofu dogs, headphones in, bobbing his head to the music. Andie marched straight over, and tapped him on the shoulder.
Moose pulled out one earbud and looked up at her.
"Do you wanna be in a crew?" Andie asked without missing a beat.
Moose blinked at her. "What? What? Hell yeah!"
Chase, standing nearby, raised an eyebrow, skeptical. He crossed his arms. "Show me what you got."
Moose grinned, stood up, and casually threw out a few slick moves right there. Chase nodded, cracking a smile.
"You're in," he said, dapping him up.
But before they could celebrate, Moose threw up his hands. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait — you gotta have Tala in the group. She's amazing."
Andie hesitated. "Uh... I don't know, Moose. I don't think our style is really up her alley."
Chase jumped in, half-laughing. "Wait. Tala? As in musical theater? Are you 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴? Showtune-singing Tala?" He chuckled, shaking his head.
But Moose wasn't having it. "No, no, no — you gotta see her dance 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦. She's a 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧."
Without waiting for an answer, he slung his bag over his shoulder, and gestured for Chase and Andie to follow him.
𓆩❀𓆪
They made their way to the theater, the door creaking as they pushed inside. There, under the soft stage lights, was Tala — completely alone — dancing hard, hitting old-school hip-hop moves with style and grit.
Andie and Chase stood frozen, mouths slightly open. This was not what they were expecting.
"Yo, Tal!" Moose shouted, jogging onto the stage.
Tala barely spared a glance at Chase but waved casually at Andie as she kept moving. "You gotta stop interrupting me, Moose" she said.
"I didn't know you could dance like that," Andie said, wide-eyed.
"I did tell you," Tala chuckled "the dance you saw the other day wasn't exactly my forte."
"Wow," Chase said, crossing his arms, trying to play it cool. "Wasn't expecting that from you, not gonna lie."
Tala's smile dropped as soon as she looked at him. "Why?" she challenged.
Chase, caught off guard, stumbled a little. "Just 'cuz."
Tala rolled her eyes. "Maybe this is a sign you should stop looking down on drama students, hmm?" she said with a sweet – fake – tone.
"I didn't mean it like that," Chase mumbled.
Andie and Moose exchanged a quick look that screamed: 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨.
"Whatever," Tala said, turning her back on Chase.
She faced Andie and Moose with a much brighter energy. "What can I help you guys with?"
"Well..." Andie started, then shot a look at Chase.
"We want you to be part of our crew," Chase said.
"Crew?" Tala echoed, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah."
Tala hesitated. "I don't know... I have rehearsals for the musical," she said, sounding a little sad about it.
"Come on, Tal, you have to be in this," Moose pleaded.
"I don't know if i have the time..." she trailed off.
"Come on," Moose teased, bumping her with his shoulder. "You get to spend more time with me."
"Yeah, no, I spend enough time with you," Tala said, laughing as she pushed him away.
Then she turned her attention to Chase, eyeing him up and down.
"I'll join... if he apologizes."
"I'm sorry—" Chase started immediately.
"𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗹𝘆." Tala cut him off sharply.
Chase sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry for the way I looked down on the drama department. I get now that I was being unfair, and I respect everything you guys put into the plays."
Andie and Moose were quietly snickering behind him while Tala looked proud — smug, even.
"Alright," she said, grinning. "I'll join."
"YES!" Andie and Moose shouted, high-fiving each other before pulling Tala into a group hug.
author:
ok, so from here on out, it will follow the movie storyline more, although i will keep on adding more scenes with Moose, outside of the story line, to build more depth of their relationship.
and for the beef part between Chase and Tala, ngl i just thought it would be fun.
