Big Book Of Crossovers

Chapter 9

Valerie's POV

Dancing with the Stars rehearsals have been brutal, but it's all worth it in the end. I've made it to Week 3 already, and my whole family is so proud of me, not to brag. I have great chemistry with my partner, and I've gotten pretty good scores on my dances so far.

Now it's time for Week 3. Most Memorable Year.

"Valerie." my mentor said, stopping the music right in the middle of the dance. I sighed and got some water and said, "Yeah? Did I do something wrong?"

"Look to the door." he said, pointing. To my surprise, George and Will were standing there.

"GEORGE! WILL!" I yelled, jumping in George's arms. George picked me up and said, "Hey, Val! God, you're sweaty."

"I've been working on the same routine for the past six hours, give me a break." I said, laughing and out of breath.

"Valerie." my mentor said, turning towards me with a serious expression on his face. I went back to hugging George as he continued his lecture to me.

"Your form wasn't good, Valerie, at all. Do you want to win or do you want to lose?" he said sternly.

My partner, who unlike me, was a professional ballroom dancer, stared me in the face with the same level of seriousness as my mentor. Which scared me even more.

Most of the other kids who were also adopted by musical casts were supposed to be competing against me on the show as well. But since a plane crash happened, everyone dropped out but me. Which meant I had no friends on the show, because none of the other celebrity kids or professional dancer kids were willing to talk to me.

And I had a slight gut feeling I would be the one eliminated in a few nights when the show went live. Which meant thousands of people would be voting, either for or against me. And my family couldn't even vote for me.

Well. Here goes, I guess.

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The night of the airing and the night of my possible doom, I was in a very short red dress and red heels. I've tried to impress my mentor and improve on whatever dance stuff he wanted me to improve on, but in all honesty, that stuff went in one ear and out the other for me.

As the announcer called out my name, I looked out into the audience and saw Gerard screaming from about six rows back. And from the looks of things, cameras were pointed right at him. So thousands of people across America are gonna see my uncle screeching my name on live television. Lucky me.

As the music to Two Player Game started, it snapped me out of my fantasy and made me realize that this was the real deal. I was a celebrity on Dancing with the Stars, and I needed to prove myself.

I did the dance without any obvious slip ups. So far so good.

That was until I got my scores. One right after the other, the judges held up the scoring paddles and I let out a tiny sob with each one.

5, 6, 6. 17 in total.

I tried to stifle my sobs and then watched the 5 or so other dances after me from the skybox, daydreaming every so often and wondering if I would be the one eliminated tonight. So far, I had the lowest score, and though I knew it was kind of rude, I wished the other contestants had lower scores than I did.

Boy, I was wrong. The end of the show approached, and my team was still the one with the lowest score. My partner shot me a dirty look as we all gathered for elimination.

Moment of truth.

I gripped my mentor's hand and waited for the eliminated team's name to be called.

I heard the host start to speak and I knew what was coming.

"Valerie Salazar-Roland."

AN: Hey guys, it's Em! Sorry for the break from this account and sorry that this chapter was sort of all over the place. We'll be back with angst (and possibly SOME fluff) soon!