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Man I haven't updated in weeks. Sorry about that. I'd started writing this last week but couldn't figure out a way to upload this because my computer had a big problem which my brother kindly fixed. But it only made things a little weirder on my computer regarding how I access things and all that jazz. So anyway, this is chapter 3 of Darling, I Love You.

Base done by:
Characters (Martha and Eli) by me

I agreed to assist Conner at the ballet studio while she auditioned
for a role in the uncoming performance of Le Papillon. She wants
to be Hamza, an evil fairy who kidnaps a girl named Farfalla.
Farfalla was a role that every other ballerina was hoping to
get. For Conner to want an evil role is something I respect since
most girls would flip out if they got a role like that. She walked
to the centre to stretch with the others. I sighed and glance in
the direction of the door as a few guys walked in, ready to audition.
I almost looked away but delayed it to see Martha walk in. I smiled
at the sight of her and waved a little. She saw me and smiled too.
Martha walked to the centre to stretch. Just watching her made me
go a bit hard and it was difficult hiding it but when it got too
noticeable I just thought about dead puppies. Always did the trick.
But today she was so irresistably hot, now I had to think about
dead everything. I sighed, longing to hold her close.

"Everyone sit off to the side while everyone auditions. Don't get
too comfortable because you won't be waiting as long as you think.
First up, Marni Velasquez." the choreographer said. The dancers
jogged to the walls and sat up against them, grabbing their water
bottles for refreshment. I sat beside Conner who was busy asking
me a billion questions as to how she should look or prepare for
her audition. "Should I wear my skirt or my tutu?" she asked. I
just nod my head mindlessly. I was too busy searching the room for
Martha. She was sitting beside one of the guys who was obviously
complimenting her and trying to flirt. She was acting as if she
was unaware of the flirting. So she's the kind to pretend she
isn't being flirted with to give off the signal she's not inter-
ested? I'll look out for that when I flirt with her. Conner frowned
and said, "Eli, you're not even-"

"Conner Loew!" the choreographer called out from the list. She got
up and walked to the centre. Back to Earth, I walked to the centre
with her. The music began and she started dancing. I danced to, but
my mind was, again, wandering somewhere else. "Conner, head up!
You're an angry character! Express it! But gracefully!" the choreo-
grapher instructed Conner over the music. I caught a glimpse of her
face. It was reddening and her eyes were shiny with tears. I sighed,
feeling sorry for her having to deal with the stress and pressure.
Poor girl.

Conner suddenly collapsed. There was an abrupt clash of painful notes
on the piano that caused everyone to jump higher than the pianist did
when she fell. Conner sat on the floor, cradling her ankle. As she
carefully poked her ankle, there was a sickening crack... The choreo-
grapher ran over. I heard a soft cry through the absolute silence in
the room. The choreographer told Conner to look up. She did and her
eyes and face was red. I just stood there, unsure of what to do. And
everyone else stayed where they were, as clueless as I was. I looked
around and saw Martha who looked at Conner with real sympathy and not
just the rude smile and or smirk other girls gave. The ballet was a
surprisingly competitive place, especially between the ballerinas.

Conner was eventually taken to the hospital to get a cast. The look
on her face when she left almost made me want to cry. Add some sad
background music to the scene and it'd almost be like some chick
movie about dancing. Everyone was quiet and looking to the choreo-
grapher for direction. The woman rubbed her eyes, feeling a headache.
"Um.. Martha Krause." she said. I looked toward Martha who nodded
and stood. The same guy who'd been flirting with her went to the
centre with her. He's probably going to assist her as I did for
Conner. I prayed the same thing won't happen to Martha. But I
trusted it couldn't happen twice in a row. The music began to play.
How did she manage to make every movement more graceful than the
next? Her ability to dance like that was captivating. However,
I couldn't help but notice how he touched her or held her. A small
flicker of jealousy burned at my heart. I narrowed my eyes. Who
the hell does he think he is to lay a hand on her like that. Ballet
is supposed to be a proffesional dance. I may sound like a hypo-
crit but seeing this guy touch her like that infuriated me for a
reason I couldn't quite explain.

It felt like forever for the dance to finish. All I was thinking
of was ways to make it clear that the guy should back off. Seeing
Martha walk to her spot again, I got up and hurried over. "Hey."
She looked at me and smiled. "Hi, Eli." she said. She remembered
my name.... I smiled more than I already was. I sat beside her in
place of the jerk who danced with her. "You did a fantastic job.
Your absolutely beautiful..." I sighed happily.
"I'm.... Wait, what?" Martha frowned a little at the compliment.
Then her frown softened back into the smile. Must have remembered
to expect this kind of compliment from me. "Oh! Your dancing... It's
beautiful..." I said. This was not a lie but I prefer what I said
before I covered up. "Thanks." Martha said and drank water. "I
probably sound like every other girl in the room when I say it,
but I have my hopes on getting the role of Farfalla. I love the
role... So graceful and an interesting character overall. But I
think these girls only care about this role because it's a
main character." I shook my head and told her, "Not at all. I
think you deserve the role, Martha. You fit Farfalla's grace
and beauty perfectly." Her cheeks turned light pink which showed
easily because of her pale skin. "Thanks, Eli." she said softly.

After auditions, I drove home alone. Thoughts of the results
filled my head. I wondered who was going to be the prince,
who would be Hamza, and last but not least, Farfalla...
Then Martha came to mind and a smile was on my face. She was
going to be the best damn Farfalla the world has ever seen.
Sad that the prince gets to dance with her.... Slowly, my
grip on the wheel tightened with bitterness as I imagined
her in that costume dancing with any other male dancer in
the ballet studio. I'm not letting it happen. I had to be
the prince. I had to get that part...

Description
Man I haven't updated in weeks. Sorry about that. I'd started writing this last week but couldn't figure out a way to upload this because my computer had a big problem which my brother kindly fixed. But it only made things a little weirder on my computer regarding how I access things and all that jazz. So anyway, this is chapter 3 of Darling, I Love You.

Base done by:
Characters (Martha and Eli) by me

I agreed to assist Conner at the ballet studio while she auditioned
for a role in the uncoming performance of Le Papillon. She wants
to be Hamza, an evil fairy who kidnaps a girl named Farfalla.
Farfalla was a role that every other ballerina was hoping to
get. For Conner to want an evil role is something I respect since
most girls would flip out if they got a role like that. She walked
to the centre to stretch with the others. I sighed and glance in
the direction of the door as a few guys walked in, ready to audition.
I almost looked away but delayed it to see Martha walk in. I smiled
at the sight of her and waved a little. She saw me and smiled too.
Martha walked to the centre to stretch. Just watching her made me
go a bit hard and it was difficult hiding it but when it got too
noticeable I just thought about dead puppies. Always did the trick.
But today she was so irresistably hot, now I had to think about
dead everything. I sighed, longing to hold her close.

"Everyone sit off to the side while everyone auditions. Don't get
too comfortable because you won't be waiting as long as you think.
First up, Marni Velasquez." the choreographer said. The dancers
jogged to the walls and sat up against them, grabbing their water
bottles for refreshment. I sat beside Conner who was busy asking
me a billion questions as to how she should look or prepare for
her audition. "Should I wear my skirt or my tutu?" she asked. I
just nod my head mindlessly. I was too busy searching the room for
Martha. She was sitting beside one of the guys who was obviously
complimenting her and trying to flirt. She was acting as if she
was unaware of the flirting. So she's the kind to pretend she
isn't being flirted with to give off the signal she's not inter-
ested? I'll look out for that when I flirt with her. Conner frowned
and said, "Eli, you're not even-"

"Conner Loew!" the choreographer called out from the list. She got
up and walked to the centre. Back to Earth, I walked to the centre
with her. The music began and she started dancing. I danced to, but
my mind was, again, wandering somewhere else. "Conner, head up!
You're an angry character! Express it! But gracefully!" the choreo-
grapher instructed Conner over the music. I caught a glimpse of her
face. It was reddening and her eyes were shiny with tears. I sighed,
feeling sorry for her having to deal with the stress and pressure.
Poor girl.

Conner suddenly collapsed. There was an abrupt clash of painful notes
on the piano that caused everyone to jump higher than the pianist did
when she fell. Conner sat on the floor, cradling her ankle. As she
carefully poked her ankle, there was a sickening crack... The choreo-
grapher ran over. I heard a soft cry through the absolute silence in
the room. The choreographer told Conner to look up. She did and her
eyes and face was red. I just stood there, unsure of what to do. And
everyone else stayed where they were, as clueless as I was. I looked
around and saw Martha who looked at Conner with real sympathy and not
just the rude smile and or smirk other girls gave. The ballet was a
surprisingly competitive place, especially between the ballerinas.

Conner was eventually taken to the hospital to get a cast. The look
on her face when she left almost made me want to cry. Add some sad
background music to the scene and it'd almost be like some chick
movie about dancing. Everyone was quiet and looking to the choreo-
grapher for direction. The woman rubbed her eyes, feeling a headache.
"Um.. Martha Krause." she said. I looked toward Martha who nodded
and stood. The same guy who'd been flirting with her went to the
centre with her. He's probably going to assist her as I did for
Conner. I prayed the same thing won't happen to Martha. But I
trusted it couldn't happen twice in a row. The music began to play.
How did she manage to make every movement more graceful than the
next? Her ability to dance like that was captivating. However,
I couldn't help but notice how he touched her or held her. A small
flicker of jealousy burned at my heart. I narrowed my eyes. Who
the hell does he think he is to lay a hand on her like that. Ballet
is supposed to be a proffesional dance. I may sound like a hypo-
crit but seeing this guy touch her like that infuriated me for a
reason I couldn't quite explain.

It felt like forever for the dance to finish. All I was thinking
of was ways to make it clear that the guy should back off. Seeing
Martha walk to her spot again, I got up and hurried over. "Hey."
She looked at me and smiled. "Hi, Eli." she said. She remembered
my name.... I smiled more than I already was. I sat beside her in
place of the jerk who danced with her. "You did a fantastic job.
Your absolutely beautiful..." I sighed happily.
"I'm.... Wait, what?" Martha frowned a little at the compliment.
Then her frown softened back into the smile. Must have remembered
to expect this kind of compliment from me. "Oh! Your dancing... It's
beautiful..." I said. This was not a lie but I prefer what I said
before I covered up. "Thanks." Martha said and drank water. "I
probably sound like every other girl in the room when I say it,
but I have my hopes on getting the role of Farfalla. I love the
role... So graceful and an interesting character overall. But I
think these girls only care about this role because it's a
main character." I shook my head and told her, "Not at all. I
think you deserve the role, Martha. You fit Farfalla's grace
and beauty perfectly." Her cheeks turned light pink which showed
easily because of her pale skin. "Thanks, Eli." she said softly.

After auditions, I drove home alone. Thoughts of the results
filled my head. I wondered who was going to be the prince,
who would be Hamza, and last but not least, Farfalla...
Then Martha came to mind and a smile was on my face. She was
going to be the best damn Farfalla the world has ever seen.
Sad that the prince gets to dance with her.... Slowly, my
grip on the wheel tightened with bitterness as I imagined
her in that costume dancing with any other male dancer in
the ballet studio. I'm not letting it happen. I had to be
the prince. I had to get that part...