The Next Step Season 7 Rewrite (Discontinued)

What's The Point In Staying Here?

Richelle

Dancing in studio 1 right now, everything is feeling pretty horrible. Like all my hard work has been pointless. She just gave Summer the spot, like all the experience I have means nothing. Nobody even knows if Summer has experience leading.

I mean, Emily told me once she believed I would be the next dance captain and now even she doesn't believe I can handle it. As much as I want to brush it off, it really hurts to know I'm not good enough.

Last year, I felt justified in my anger towards Summer. I mean she just waltzed in and was given everything, meanwhile I've had to prove myself over and over.

I had to prove to Ms. Kate I was good enough to audition for the internationals team, despite being on the same level as Noah, I had to work to have one dance besides the ten person routine at my first regionals, and when things were finally going right for me, I was dance captain of Tns east, Noah was given the dance captain position instead of me and I got injured.

And now, when I'm considered the best dancer, I still can't get what I really want, dance captain. It feels like no matter what I do, no matter how hard I work I'll never be able to achieve everything I should be able to.

I finish my dance, and hear clapping from behind me. I thought I was alone. I guess I was wrong. I turn around and see Ozzy. I assumed he followed Heathcliff to continue arguing with him.

"Hey, how are you?" He asks, sending me a pitying look. Well I hate pity.

"I'm wonderful. How are you Ozzy? Done picking a fight with Heath, so you've decided to bother me?" I regret the words the moment I say them, looking at the hurt flashing across his face.

"I just wanted to make sure you're okay, I know how important dance captain is to you," he replies, refusing to meet my eyes.

"I'm okay, I'm just getting extra practice in. There's no way Ms. National soloist is passing me by as well. And I'm sorry I know you're just trying to be nice." It's me this time that won't meet his eyes.

"That's good, I'm glad you're okay. I just wanted to talk to you because I know this means more to you than it does to everyone else and I didn't know if anyone else would check up on you." I meet his eyes now, as I hear him move closer, coming to stand in front of me.

"Thanks Ozzy, I appreciate it," I reply, my words barely above a whisper. I don't like anyone knowing how crushing it is for me not getting dance captain, but I trust Ozzy more than most people. I know he cares me about and I really hope he won't ever break that trust.

"No problem. Do you want to come to the Next Steep with me? I think you'll have plenty of rehearsal time in the coming weeks."

I think about it for a minute before responding, "sure Ozzy, but if I don't ace the auditions I'm blaming you."

"Understood." I smile and go to follow him out, until he stops me to offer his arm. I giggle and link my arm through his, letting him lead us out of the studio. Maybe things will be okay.