I could hear a beep, starting to get louder and louder. It was my alarm clock. Couldn't it just shut up? I went to hit it and rolled over not wanting to get out of bed. I looked back at it, and jumped out of bed realising the time. It was 7:30 and I was meant to leave at 7:30. Opps. I quickly went into my en suite and jumped in the shower. Once I was out I wrapped my towel around me and started to dry my hair. I put it up in a perfect bun ready for the day. Got dry, put on my black tights and black leotard on over it. Slid my pink tutu on. Shoved on my converse, grabbed my dance bag and legged it down the stairs. Ran into the kitchen, my dad was just about to eat his toast and I grabbed it off him and ran straight to the front door, eating it on my way. My taxi was waiting outside like usual. I jumped in and off I went. Just in the nick of time. The taxi arrived outside the acadamy, I slid out, paid my taxi driver and ran in. I rushed into the changing room, changed my shoes from converse to ballet shoes, checked my bun in the mirror and left my bag and shoes there. I went through the main hall, quickly, and finally met up with the other girls ready to go into our class. Our teacher arrived at the door, and after being her student for the past 2 months, she wasn't that bad. She was strict, but had a really sweet side too. Even though I haven't been here long it almost feels like a second family, people that would always be there for me. I mean, I'm not with my school friends, but this is where I want to be. And who I want to be. We went straight into the studio and started to warm up. Once we had, we all got into positions for a dance we had been practising for ages. Miss went over to the CD player and started the song. One Direction came on and we all looked at each other confused.
"Miss I think you've got the wrong CD!" One of the girls said laughing.
We all looked even more puzzled than before.
"Were dancing to One Direction in our ballet lesson?" I asked confused.
"Not exactly" She took a deep breath, "Your not dancing to One Direction, your dancing with them"
"What?? Miss what do you mean?" One of the girls asked her.
"Well girls sit down, let me explain. I got emailed last night from a friend of mine that works in the management of One Direction, and the need back up dancers for there next tour. The first people I thought off were you girls. Each and everyone of you can dance in at least 3 or more styles and can dance to practically anything. Now before you get all excited, your parents need to agree with you going on tour for 8 months. I've emailed each of your parents, so when you get home you need to have a chat!"
There were screams and shouts, oh my, they were all so excited. I guess inside I was a little excited, but I mean I had only been a student there for a few months, I must be pretty talented to be a backing dancer for One Direction. Well I have been a dancer since I was 4, and I have always wanted to be a dancer, so this is the first main step of my career. After about half and hour asking questions we finally continued with our actual ballet, but all everyone could think about was going on the tour and by the end of the lesson, everyone knew that they had to go, but I wasn't sure about my parents agreeing to it. I am only 16 years old, and it is 8 months away from them. I mean I would see them when we were in London but that would be it. Throughout the day, word spread around the acadamy and people were coming up to me, asking me all about it, it was pretty exhausting but they made me even more excited to do it than before. My teacher had told us that once are parents gave us permission, in all our dance lessons we had to practice for it, which was exciting, but alot of comittment.
The taxi dropped me off home. I took my shoes of dropped my bag down and started to walk into the kitchen. Mum's laptop was on the table, but no-one was in there. I decided to get out my favourite mug, which had a picture of me on it when I was a toddler, and started to make myself a hot chocolate. As I was waiting for the milk to warm up I sat down at the table. I caught a glimpse of the acadamy logo on a letter on my mums laptop. I looked straight at it, and started to skim the page. It was about the tour. I forgot about my milk and went straight into the lounge, I could hear my Mum and Dad talking. They saw me.
