I was trying hard not to giggle, but I had to edmit that it was hard.
My smile washed away the moment I realized Mr.Whitney seemed to be helpless on the stage. I couldn't help but feel slightly bad for him.
The guy that arrived late was now gazing around in the room, trying to find what he was searching for. Or the person he was searching for, to be exact.

He flashed a smile as he almost jogged his way over to the fourth row where his friends were probably sitting, but all of the chairs were filled up left next to them. He decided to walk with quiet steps towards an empty chair in the row at the back, which is exactly diagonally behind me.
He's so disrespectful. Coming late on the first day? What a great start...
"Ehm... you may continue if it's me you're waiting for." He said while making a thumbs up towards Mr.Whitney. The studets started to giggle and Mr. Whitneys face turned into tomato red.
He cleared his throat once again as he continued,
"As i tryed to say before... we got interrupted,"
A few heads turned around smiling towards the guy who's now sitting behind me.
"I'm here to welcome you. We have a few things to go through before you get to meet your teachers."
He pulls a paper out of his pocket, while he somehow manages to lose the rest of the contents of his pocket all over the whole stage.
Some teachers went to help him out. Meanwhile they're collecting all of the stuff, I bite my lip, use all of my courage and glanced at the boy behind me. I just wanted to get a better look of him. I turned around, hoping that he wouldn't notice.

I had to confess that he was pretty cute.
He sat with a big grin and he seemed like being really happy about finally being here.
The big, dark, curly hair is covering parts of his face, but I could still see the big eyes hiding behind it.
He stops looking at the stage and Mr. Whitney, and direct it towards me. Our gazes meet and if was possible that his grin could get any bigger, it just did. I hastily turned around and sunk down on the chair, wishing to die.
I could feel his gaze burning in my neck. It wasn't supposed to stare at him like that!
Everything seemed to be back in order up on stage, except the fact that Mr. Whitney looks like he's ready to cry any second. He took a deep breath as he begun tell us about the rules. Some of the rules were pretty weird. "Don't burn down the school" I mean, come on?
But I still listened intensely and intently. Even if they were stupid, they were still rules, and I had always been good at following rules.
"I know there's information a lot of you students have been waiting to hear. We owe you an explanation."
Mr. Whitney's gaze was traveling around on all the students. Some seemed to know exactly what he was talking about, meanwhile the rest, including myself, just stared questioningly towards him.
"This school has always been named Royal Academy of Dance... a school made for dancers."
Duh, that's why I applied here from the very beginning.
"But in some unforeseen circumstances, our dear brother's- and sister's school, the Royal Academy of Music... become disused."

A pair of young adults stood up from their chairs out of frustation, but they didn't seem to know what to do. They were just standing there and looking at Mr.Whitney with perplexed eyes.
I heard the guy behind me moved his chair, and by pure reflex I turned around to see what was going on.
He had sunk down in the chair, and was now sitting with one of his hands covering his mouth, and the other on his stomach.
Before I have time to look away, our eyes meets once more. He looks sadly at me, but I broke off the eye-contact before my mind had any time to react.
I still don't get it. Big deal? This was a school for dancers anyways? If not...
"Calm down!" Mr.Whitney shouted desperately while waiting for everyone to sit down on their chairs again, which they did. This time he grabbed the microphone.
"Please let me finish."
Everyone sat silently waiting for him to continue.
"All applicants for this school in question is therefore here today and there's a reason for that. You can calm down, because everyone here will get the education they've applied for. Whether it's dance or... music." He made an dramatic pause and I'm expectantly waiting for him to continue.
"Royal Academy of Dance will from now on be called... the Royal Academy of Arts."