It was yet another repetitive, boring, day in the backstage with the Tech workers setting up the light in the perfect angle as to illuminate the stage, the makeup artists were running around with their kits to fix everyone up so they can flaunt their looks, and the coaches were doing one last set of practice before the Big day. After all it was the Annual Competition of the year and everyone has their f*cking eyes one thing and one thing only. The trophy, of course, Duh!

But again, everyone knew that the trophy had one name written in it. Omar Rudberg. After all it always did, and for the last 10 years there has not been an exception, and there probably won't be one.

However, in a series of some very unfortunate happenstances the sky fell down just before the show started. Or well, the overhead lights did and Yvonne, being in her unlucky streak after losing yet another bet with Clayton, was the sole victim of it. After a few hours of people hollering this and that, she was successfully in a cast for the next two months.

Now wait a minute, if she's in a cast...What happens to Omar's performance which starts in twelve minutes?!

"The f*ck do you guys mean I can't perform because my partner got injured?" Came a booming voice, and everyone felt the temperature visibly drop as Omar stormed in to glare at Clayton like he had personally offended his entire generation. Which, he might have done and got away with, but not this. Omar just doesn't let his performance go and everyone knew that.

So, then poor, poor Clayton, to save his head(and his job) points at someone Omer would have gave his right kidney to not see on the floor forever, "We need a temp partner for you and the only one that is capable enough and can improvise this with you is...."

All hell breaks loose then, no it literally did because why was Clayton looking at you??? You don't even know how to be in the 'led to' or whatever they call it! And you have a partner, right? Right???