you were new to hollywood arts; you nervously shuffle through the door, being greeted with very elaborate dances and people singing in the hallways. you the hallways were decorated, it was like no other school you had ever seen

you nervously look down at the paper that had your locker combination, when you heard an angry voice yell from behind you.

“that’s my locker, dumbass”

you turn around, your cheeks reddening as you see a beautiful, dark haired girl.