Rozas had spent a lot of the day putting flyers up. He needed this duet. Needed it to take his career from just dj mixer-singer-dancer at the most exclusive rich bar-club scene ever! He wanted to be known around the town not just in a club. That and...he loved to sing. And he sighs mentally. What if he didn't find that ONE person. The ONE that would help not only his but<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>career soar? He was worried about this emensely. He couldn't sleep much that night. Tossing and turning. Thousands of questions raced through his mind. Most of them less than positive.<br/><br/>The next morning.....<br/><br/>The day dragged by. He only had music class after his seven am math class. Ugh. He hated math. It wasn't that he didn't apply himself. He just honestly did NOT understand it. Didn't help the numbers seemed to move and flip around on him. He groans. Picking up a flyer and looking at it.(see below. didn't come out like wanted but main part did. stupid clipart didn't)<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/flyer.png">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>He had just finished with the music class and was packing up. The other students had long since left the class. He however kept dropping things. And today it wasn't on purpose. The big auditions for his dueter was tomorrow. What if no one showed? What if he didn't find...the one? He wasn't going to settle for anything less than perfect. Where this music was concerned even if it was the sexy teacher he was crushing on...no skill would equal a no deal.<br/><br/>He finished packing and was walking towards the classroom. He'd been lost in thought up until he felt a hand upon his shoulder. He blinks and looks to see who it was. Pulling his headphones with one of the new beats he'd made for the duet rehearsals and then duet show...off of his ears. "You need something Ms. Greyson?" he asks in confusion. Looking at her. "IS something wrong? You seem kind of nervous or upset."