A/N: Okay not going to spend a long time on this AN but I plan to update Mondays and Fridays! I've got my own laptop and I'm gonna follow through with this one! haha but yeah I plan to make every chapter around 1,000+ words! Enjoy guys!

Disclaimer: I do not own Disney's Austin and Ally

Chapter One

(Austin)

There was sweat everywhere. Every show seemed to end like this. The beat of the ending song could be found in the pound in my chest. The tempo matched the breathing patterns of the back-up dancers as they struggled to regain a breath. And if that failed to tell you what the last song was, the lyrics could be heard all throughout the arena as fans chanted them aloud as if the music was a drug and they just hadn't had enough yet.

Trish was there though. Our fearless leader and manager She was level-headed and composed as she ushered the dancers and I off the stage and far away from the crowd's chants. This was the last concert for the next seven months until the Good Time Tour. The band and I would be reunited for the tour but for each dancer, this was their last show for quite a while. A year around the world proved to be a bit much for the family oriented few that danced and others just couldn't be without their loved ones for that long.

"That was absolutely amazing guys," Trish begun once the crowd had lowered in volume and we were all together backstage. "Though this maybe the last show with all of us together for a couple of months," she reached out to playfully shove Trent, one of the dancers she had gotten close with, "but this show was quite memorable. I hope that in this time, you all grow stronger with your loved ones and keep the passion of the stage still in your heart."

"Yeah!" Trent agreed as he busted random moves in the middle of our group huddle to break the newfound sad mood and bring back the liveliness the concert brought.

More of the departing dancers joined in and soon began performing one of our many choreographed routines. Every move was to the extreme and given their own personal flair. They were amazing together, a family like no other. How we were going to build another family of dancers from the ground up was going to be a challenge.

"That's what I'm talking about!" Trish encouraged as all of the dancers joined in on the break dance, some tearful as they did so. "Now let's save our see-ya-laters for later and right now drink and be merry!"

I was hanging back a bit from the group. It was saddening knowing most of these people I wouldn't see again for another year or so. They're all family to me. It's like finally being reunited with your favorite cousin around Christmas time and having to watch them leave once again just a while later.

But they were seemingly happy. Maybe it was the music freshly blasting through the speakers. The hypnotic thump of a bass had returned everyone's erratic heartbeat. It was addicting and I found myself nodding to the music from my spot on the wall. Everyone was lively under the sound of the music.

Or it may have simply been the trays of alcohol they were downing but either way, they were enjoying themselves.

"Austin," I looked up at the sound of my name coming from my stage director and best friend Dez. "Shots man," he acknowledged as he raised the miniature glass, walking over to me. "Leave the gloom for tomorrow and the work for a couple months from now."

"Yeah more like two months from now. We search for new dancers in February, man," I pointed out as I accepted one of the shot glasses in his hands. Two months could never amount to the necessary amount of sleep required to start a world tour.

"True, but tonight we party like we've got all the time in the world!" I could tell Dez was obviously already nearing his personal alcohol limit as he sloppily yelled other the thumping sounds coming from the speakers. Who would I be not to join him in his alcoholic state?

I downed my shot and then snatched his. Sleep would not be evasive after tonight.

"Let the night begin!"

(Ally)

There was sweat everywhere.

"Ally, dude, that was a solid workout today!" Jessica slung an arm around my shoulder laughing loudly with heavy breaths. I swear Jessica is addicted to working out. There's a fine line between wanting to just stay fit and craving the rush.

Jess was in it for the rush. We met about ten years ago when we both started our journey as Radio City Rockettes during our years at MUNY. After three years of following that dream after the completion of college, we were both driven back to Miami. Now we help teach our friend, Trent's dance class when he's unavailable. Aka. We're in the gym all day, everyday.

"Maybe tomorrow you can just stick to basic yoga for a day rather than showing up all the guys who come in to lift," I joked at her as I put weights back in their place on the rack. "Maybe then you can- I don't- BREATHE afterwards!"

She grabbed my yoga mat off the floor beside me and with one good swing, wacked me in the side with it.

"I was challenging them. When I find a guy, who can lose with dignity, that will be the day I try the downward facing dog."

"Jess we've been friends for a decade now. You and I both know that's not going to happen anytime soon. Cut the guys some slack."

She turned and stepped in front of me just before the door. "So wait," She started with and exasperated sigh. "You mean to tell me to let the guys win?"

"Uhm yeah kind of."

"Allyson! We've been friends for a decade now. You and I both know that's not happening."

I chuckled and shoved her lightly aside. "Come on Jess, let's go. It's getting la- Wait what's this."

Taped to the glass door was a bright red flyer.

"I saw Trent tape this to the door earlier," Jess said as she ripped it from the glass. "Right before he came in this morning with his speech about him being back for a while. Its talking about auditions to be Austin Moon's back-up dancers during his yearlong world tour."

"You know a lot about these auditions."

"Well... uh- yeah. I was thinking about auditioning so I asked Trent about it."

"What?!" I ripped the paper from blocking her face as she read more of the flyer. "Jess you'd be gone for a year!"

"Ally you're overreacting! And besides," Jess grabbed the paper and repositioned the tape to return it back on the glass. "When have you ever known me to dance without you by my side?"

"Jess, that's a year away from Miami! We just got back-"

"Ally, dancing in Trent's studio is amazing, but you and I both know our talent is meant to be displayed," she pushed open the door and took a step out. "The world can be our audience"

"Jess, I-"

"Auditions are in two months," she turned to look me in the eyes. "We've got two months to practice-" I cut her off with the strongest hug I could muster while holding my exercise bag and water bottle in my hands.

"Then I'll see you first thing tomorrow."

Jess pulled back with a triumphant laugh and victory dance. "We're going to travel the world!"

I laughed and walked past her out the door, flipping the light switch off as I left toward the parking lot. I turned to walk backwards toward my car, "We've got to make auditions first Jessica."

She jiggled the door to assure it was locked behind us and turned to run towards me. Jogging to me she yelled to the dark sky, "Don't worry about auditions! The stars are in line baby!"

With a fist pound, we stopped to stare at the Miami Sky. The stars were shining bright on this December night. It would be New York City all over again with vigorous practice for the next two months and exhausting tryouts for the five months immediately following where we'd have to learn hours' worth of routines in days. On top of all that, a year of performing on different stages.

But we're young. We're healthy. Let's live the dancer's life while we can.

"Let's show the world what we've got."

A/N: So yeah, this chapter was just to start up the story. See you guys Friday! Happy Holidays!