When new girl Michelle joins A-troupe, everything changes. What'll happen now that Emily's throne is up for grabs? With love comes scandal, sex and secrecy, and with these dancers, there's always a price to pay.
The Next Step TV show reimagined as...
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It's okay, Em. Deep breaths, deep breaths.
I can do this, yes, I can do this.
Just walk through the door, come on legs just walk through the door.
Put a smile on your face, pretend like everything's okay. Pretend like your whole world isn't falling apart.
I can do this, I've done it for years, what's a few more minutes in the grand scheme of things?
No slip ups, you've already broken into tears in front of Riley today, that was a mistake.
You're better than this, Emily. Come on.
The metal of the door handle is cold against my warmed skin, the blush in my cheeks still present ever since I left the hotel room.
Pulling open the door, I smell the sweet scents of the pastries that the hotel loves to provide us with every morning.
How ironic, sweetness even when I want to throw up. God, I hate this.
I feel my eyes pass through the crowd, subconsciously attempting to locate my boyfriend- or ex-boyfriend- I guess.
I guess I'm going to have to get used to not referring to Eldon as my boyfriend anymore, this is going to be a lot harder than I initially thought it would be.
It's okay, this will be the last breakfast we all have to have together, hopefully for forever.
I told Steph I would meet her a little bit earlier than everyone else, that's what we usually do whilst Tiffany gets ready, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it today.
I had to get out of that room though, I couldn't stay there and watch as Riley and James gawk at me like I'm some rare bird in a zoo.
I don't even think they realised that they were staring at me, that's the worst thing about this whole situation. Their minds must've just told their eyes to follow me, as though it is all so seemingly obvious that my entire life is falling apart.
I feel like I'm covered in a purple fog that's yelling at people to help me, I passed through probably hundreds of people in the halls today, and each one of them stared.
Maybe it's because my hair is barely brushed and my eyes are still red raw from the amount of tears that pushed themselves through my tear ducts last night.
I haven't cried in so long that my tear ducts are almost virginal, but I've broken the seal now. I can't seem to stop crying, and I really hate this.
Everywhere I look it's like I'm reminded of something that I associate with Eldon, or Michelle, or my father; and it really hurts.
I saw a girl with blonde hair just as I left my hotel room, it was much lighter than Michelle's colour, more of a bottle blonde than Michelle's natural roots, but I still felt the water prick against my eyes.
