(( Hello, 'tis me! Yeah, starting another story and I haven't even finished the first one I've ever made...poo. Lol. Anyway, this idea was inspired by this forum I was on. Personality wise, Hoagie makes a good Danny, and Abby for Sawyer...as for the rest, I'll have to think hard on that.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kids Next Door in anyway possible, nor do I own Cats Don't Dance..and using the ideas from this story is wrong and is evil....have fun reading though!

So, without further ado, I give you...))

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Teens Don't Dance

Prologue

A place where dreams can come true...does such a place even exist?

Yes. And it's name, is Hollywood. In this city, one can find many opportunities to be in shows, plays, musical numbers....even T.V. Sitcoms. But, they would have to be an adult. Well, at the very least adults would have the starring and more important roles. Even if a teen or a kid could be lucky enough to land a role, it would be small and insufficient. Usually they worked behind scenes with menial regular jobs, like secretaries or sub-sub-pre-author, only wishing to have the same limelight as the adults received. It would never come true of course, for one has to be at least 20, out of the "teens" literally....

Now, we take a look on on particular rising movie star, Cree Lincoln. She was one of the most famous, beloved and well known stars, all at the mere age of 22. She had everything: cars, limos, jets, a mansion, franchising best-sellers....even singing bobble-heads. Her faithful servant and friend, Chad, would agree she had everything a person would want. Even he as well, achieved some fame, but was content with her getting the most of it.

Then we take a look on the other side of the United States, more specifically, in the mid-western region. In Cleveland, Ohio, there was a boy. This boy was at the age of 17, clearly under the 'adult' age, but was determined to seek his fortune in Hollywood...the poor guy. On his way to the local Greyhound-Bus-Station, many of his friends and family members gave him many objects, to bring him luck of course. As he stood on the steps of the Greyhound bus, he called out to his farewell-party with these words:

"I'll be famous, or my name's not Hoagie P. Gilligan, Jr.!"

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((So, what do you think? Please read and review!)