So like, a few years ago my dance place did this amazing competition dance and it was to a remix of a bunch of different songs. I tried to find it to show you guys because its the dance Evan does but its nowhere. I'm trying to remember the dance on my own but I only remember a few parts so that's what I'll focus on. But the video above is the last dance I'm talking about. I didn't really write about it except for the very end of the dance, but yeah. I was actually in this number so you can try and guess who I am??? Its the same dance but just three different shows, you can just watch one if you want.

Requested by the lovely Sammy2427

I'm basing this off of recital days, I don't do competition so I'm sorry if anything is incorrect.

TW: None

Connor's POV

I woke up to hear my alarm clock blaring from my night stand. I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep.

My door slammed open.

"Wake the fuck up! Its competition day we have to get ready!" Zoe shouted. I heard footsteps running down the hall as I shot up. A pit formed in the bottom of my stomach but I ignored it as I tossed off my covers.

I quickly changed into my set of clothes I had laid out the night before. Comfy sweatpants and my dance company's shirt. Simple. I would be changing later.

I ran a brush through my hair and did a few more things before racing out into the hallway.

"Mom?" I called out.

"I'm right here sweetie. Zoe's already in the car." She yawned as she opened up her bedroom door. I followed her down the stairs in silence.

We walked outside. I looked around at the sky, the sun just starting to rise. It painted the world beautiful oranges and pinks. I sighed before climbing into the dark car.

"What are we going to do for breakfast?" Zoe asked.

"We'll stop on the way there." Cynthia told us as she took a sip from her travel mug.

"Will Larry be there?" I questioned. She seemed to deflate and shook her head.

"He has work today." Cynthia sighed before turning around and starting the car. We rolled out of the driveway and started our journey to the competition.

*Le Time skip brought to you by the Valentine's dance being the day before my birthday. I'm just going with my friend cuz I'm a single pringle.*

"There! All done!" Zoe exclaimed as she dug the last bobby pin into my scalp. I grimaced and opened my eyes. All the pain was worth it though, because my bun was gorgeous. I shooed her away and applied a little bit of make-up. Just some blush, eyeshadow, and eyeliner.

Next I dragged my plastic bin over to my station. I pulled out all of my costumes, a total of nine, and hung them up on a nearby rack. I looked at all of them, glittering in the lights, and smiled.

I put on my first one, my tap costume. It was a black one piece with long, glittery sleeves. The bottom was basically like booty shorts. (Actual costume I have for this year) This year I had been praying for all long sleeves, but only a few of them were. I would just have to suck it up. Who cares if my scars show on stage?

You do, a voice in my head whispered. I shushed it and pulled out my shiny black tap shoes. I quickly pulled them on and started warming up with Zoe.

We had a few dances together this year and a duet just for ourselves. But other than that, we would be separated.

And competing against each other.

"Groups one through ten, we are heading into the wings. Please follow me. Groups one through ten." A man dressed in all black announced. Starting to panic, I grabbed Zoe's hand and held on tight.

*Time skippity skoop cause we need to get to the REEEAAAALLL good stuff*

Zoe and I had only one more dance left, which would be at the very end. So, that's how we would up watching the other dances in the audience.

"Announcing number 117, Bad!" The announcer roared. We all started clapping and a few people starting cheering.

"Go Evan!" One lady yelled from behind us.

"Go Jeremy and Michael!" Another man shouted.

The stage lit up on the group of teenage boys and girls. The song started and so did they.

I was drawn to a boy with sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes that I could see from the audience.

After a few minutes, the girls danced off into the wings and left three boys onstage. The song slowed and I almost had a heart attack. The beat was smooth and sexy as they slowly lifted up their shirts, just a little bit. It was enough to get the crowd hollering and my face turning red. (This actually happened in the real dance)

Damn

Not only was he a good dancer, but he was smoking hot. Like, holy fuck.

"Which one? The one you've been eye fucking since the song started?" Zoe asked from next to me. My face burned even more and I facepalmed. Jesus Faist, I was talking out loud.

The number went on for another minute or two before they got into their ending poses. The boy's chest was rising and falling quickly, his eyes were sparkling, and he was shaking?

I shook my head and the lights went black.

*Skadaddle skadoodle, your dick is now a toaster strudel*

I dropped to my knees and threw my hands up in the air. All of us that had traveled here from my dance company were silent and still, waiting for the lights to dim. Once they finally did we all dropped our arms, got up, and scattered. My heart was still pounding as I looked around for Zoe.

Where the hell was she?

After pushing through clumps of people I finally found her, talking to a chocolate skinned girl. Zoe was smiling and laughing so I decided to leave her be.

"Y-You did pretty good." Somebody next to me said. I turned my head and saw the guy from the Bad dance. My face heated up as I remembered that one part...

"You did too." I managed to croak out as I shoved the memory aside. The handsome guy smiled and I felt my heart melt.

"My name's E-Evan." Evan told me.

"I'm Connor." I responded.

"All teams on stage please! All teams onstage!" A woman in black with a headset ordered.

"See you around." He muttered before disappearing into the crowd. I turned around and saw Zoe coming up to me, a smirk on her face.

"So..." She started, her voice teasing. I felt my blush return.

"Just shut up."I hissed as we walked onstage. I saw our teamates and we rushed over to them. Just in front of us was Evan's team. Next to him I saw the girl Zoe was talking to. She whispered something in his ear and he blushed. His eyes flickered over to me, and when I caught him staring, he looked away.

We won a few awards and I was pretty happy with what we got.

"The winner for the jazz category is......Bad!" The announcer yelled. A grin stretched across my face and I started clapping like crazy. Evan and a few of his teammates went up to get the award.

A few people in the crowd started chanting,

"Shirt lift!" over and over again. So, they did.

And Damn.

It was even sexier this time.

Like, Jesus Faist.

I could also hear a few girls in the crowd screaming,

"Date me!"

I guess Evan heard them too because he yelled back,

"Sorry, but I'm hella gay!"

Hope, warm and fragile lit up in my chest. I, myself, was pan. My face was still on fire after all the awards were given out. Everyone started to slowly get their things and leave. I looked around and realized Zoe was missing.

Again.

I grumbled and started pushing through the crowd. I stumbled across her talking to Evan and that girl again.

"Congrats!" I exclaimed as I gave him a quick hug.

"You too!" He said, his smile sparkling. I was fucking melting. But then I felt sharp pains all through my scalp. I normally waited until I got home to do this, but my hair couldn't wait any longer.

One by one I pulled out all the pins and hair bands. I felt my hair tumble down and it fell in my face. When I pushed it back, I saw a blush on Evan's face. My heart tingled with hope.

"Connor! Zoe! Let's go! Cynthia shouted from the audience, our things in boxes surrounding her.

"It was nice meeting you." I told him. I turned to hop off stage when I felt a gentle hand on my wrist.

"Here's my n-number. I was wondering i-if you wanted to go on a date s-sometime?"He asked as he handed me a slip of paper.

"Connor! Come on!" She yelled.

"I'd love to." I whispered. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and hopped down. With a warm face, I helped Cynthia and Zoe pack our things in the car.

We all climbed inside and started to drive back home. I plugged Evan's number into my phone.

Covfefe: Hey, this is Connor

"So, you got a boyfriend now or what?" Zoe questioned as she peeked over my shoulder. I clicked my phone off.

"Come on Connor! I just want to see how well my match making skills worked!" She whined.

"You set us up?"I hissed. She shrugged.

"You wouldn't have done anything, so I helped you." Zoe explained. I sighed.

"Thanks. I guess." I mumbled. Her eyes lit up and she smiled.

"Your welcome conman." She whispered.

Treeboi: Hey