Austin Moon had always felt insecure. Even though he was one of the popular kids, no one ever realized how much he had changed to become one. He had to give up a passion of his, a passion that only the girl standing next to him knew about. And she was seemed so confident, even with her stage fright. She looked fear in the eye almost every day. She wasn't afraid to be herself. But he was.

Austin's P.O.V.

I woke up from such an amazing dream. I was singing in front of the school, not just on YouTube. Everyone heard me, and they all loved it. Not just the music, but they loved me!

Wait.

I'm Austin Moon, of course everyone loved me. I'm dating the most popular girl in school, and my best friend is Trevor Jackson. I don't need music to make me happy.

Yes you do…

But if I do, will people ever treat me the same? I gave up so much to be popular...I don't need some music career getting in my way.

"Austin! You're going to be late for you first day!" Helen shouted. She was a great foster mom, and she did make some pretty decent pancakes. Dressing in the usual (open flannel, dog tags, and jeans) I run downstairs to catch the bus.

"Aw baby, why do you have to go already?" My girlfriend, Cassidy sighed. She was sitting on my lap, even though we were in the middle of homeroom. It was kind of hot, so I let her.

"This is the last time, Mr. Moon; The principle would like to have a discussion with you." The teacher shot me an evil look.

"Ok ok, don't go all psycho on me now." I said as I stood up, Cassidy going back to her seat. The teacher chose to ignore my comment, and I made my way up to the office. Mr. Bishop, our principal, was sitting in his desk like this was some kind of business conference.

"Austin Monica Moon?" He scolded. I shivered at the sound of my middle name.

"Yeah that's me."

"Are you aware of the fact you are failing your senior year?" The word failing echoed inside of my head. From all the parties and hook ups with Cassidy, school work has been the last thing on my mind.

"And?" I cross my arms over my chest.

"You won't graduate with grades like this. Your future is going to suffer." He spits at me. I never thought of not graduating senior year. My plan was always to go to Julliard,(1) the college revolving around theater and music. I would finally have the chance to get away from this phony life of mine. But having to relive it for another year? Not going to fucking happen.

"So what now?" I lean back into the chair.

"Join an extracurricular group or organization." He looked me in the eye through his thick glasses.

"English, please."

"Join a sports team, a club, a band, anything." He said. Well I mentally checked sports team off the list. Even though I'm pretty fit, I'm not athletic at all. I would probably just embarrass myself if I tried out for any kind of sport.

Then I thought about all the clubs I could join. Student council? No way. Chess club? Why does that even cross your mind? Drama club? Well…

"I'll think about it." I muttered.

"Well why you are 'thinking'" He scribbled something on his clipboard. "I'm assigning you with Mrs. Larson's music group."

I pretended to pout, but secretly, I couldn't be happier with his decision.

As I left the office, I glance at the clock only to see I'm late to music. I make my way over to room 306.

Take a deep breath, as you walk through the doors, It's the morning of your very first day. (2) I can't help but to remember the lyrics to the song that perfectly describes my situation right now. As I walk through the doors, I search the room for an empty seat. The teacher seemed to be staring at me, so I just hand her the letter the principal had gave me and sit down.

I immediately talk to the kid next to me, wanting to make friends in this class so I'm not completely a loner. Everything seems to be going well until Mrs. Larson's voice is heard and the whole room goes dead silent.

A petite brunette stands out of her seat and scurries over to the piano. She looks as if she was about to explode any minute. Like a grenade of some sort. She shakes as she places her hand on the keys. I expect to her to start playing.

But she doesn't. The poor girl is being tortured by our beaming eyes. If I was being the person I have taught myself to be, I would have laughed at her. I scan the room for anyone popular. Before I could think any longer, I knew what the real Austin would do.

My hand shot right up.

(1) I'm not really sure if this is a real college because I got the name from High School Musical. Oops

(2) Fifteen by: Taylor Swift

I'm sorry it took me so long to update! I have been having Midterms at my school so I didn't have the free time to write anything. I promise now I will be on track. Thanks for reading :)