Dance Moms

Chapter 1: The End

Hi everyone my name is London Miller I'm 14 years old and a prodigy of the arts, I'm guessing that the only word you picked up out of that sentence was prodigy well I'm not perfect. No one is. People just say I am. They say I'm beautiful, Talented, Smart, Lucky........Famous. But not to me. I may be beautiful on the outside, but on the inside I'm broken. Talented? Sure. I'm a dancer, I push myself to unknown places, I leap and twirl and flip and turn and fall??..... No one's perfect. But if I fall, so does everything, everything my Mum has ever done for me. So I don't fall. I'm too scared to. As for smart, that's one thing my Mum does not care about "Dance comes first London get used to it!" She says that every single day and I eventually stopped listening. I don't want to be dumb, I want to go to school, I want to be smart....But she never listens. So I learned to hide the fact that I could do maths and English and French and Spanish, And I danced; every day, only sparing five minutes to complete the level 5 sheets of work. That's why people say I am lucky. I don't have to go to school, My Mum does not care for school at all, I get to dance as much as I want.....And all you have to do is look at me, my Mum and my brother Matthew to know my family is rich. As for famous, that's were things get complicated. My mother is famous, One of the best Choreographer's in England and owns one of the most prestigious dance company's in Europe, My brother is a you tuber and had over 3 million subscribers, My aunt is famous as well. She's Abby Lee Miller, Owner of Abby Lee Dance Company and main star on a TV show called Dance Moms, I've never met my aunt Number 1. She lives in America with my grandmother while we live in England and Number 2.My Mum hate's her for some reason. And that's most likely how I became a dancer, it seemed like she was constantly trying to prove something to them, trying to prove that I could dance. In comparison to my family I'm not famous, Unless you're a part of the dance world in which case you would know me, But under a different name I am famous. I like my brother have my own blog and YouTube channel, It's where I can truly be me, Without my Mum or family getting in the way. That's my escape. That's what makes me happy. It used to be dance. But not anymore, My Mum took all the fun out of it, I'm scared to make a mistake, to not be perfection, I want to please her and make her proud of me. That's probably how I got to this moment right now. I'm sat in a changing room waiting patiently but nervously for women to call my name. Waiting for my chance to step on stage and dance.....For my mum. I've been waiting for hours stretching and pacing, practising my dance over and over again, Glancing at my phone every thirty seconds. Where was she?? She is always here shouting at me and correcting my many mistakes, and yet she is not. After a couple of hours worry set in. My mum was never late and she always answers the phone when someone rang. ALWAYS! but I knew if she was here; She would be yelling at me, Telling me to get my head in the game, That she is fine and in some meeting and that I shouldn't be disappointing her like this. And their it was. The tiny voice in my head that whispered nasty things and distracted me from my goal. The voice was my Mums. I can't remember the last time she just stopped yelling and hugged me and said she loved me no matter what. Probably because it never happened. I was sat pondering these dark thoughts when a short women in a disgustingly, bright, green dress announced it was my turn, interrupting my thoughts. I took one more glance at my phone before following the women towards the stage. The closer we got to the stage the louder it became the more bobby pins I stepped on and the more hairspray was sprayed in my face. "And next we have a jazz dance in the junior category let's welcome Mary to the stage everybody" announced a loud voice as a beautiful girl walked onto the stage. "ok Hun your next if you could go wait over there and good luck" The women next to me whispered pushing me to the right hand side of the stage .The nerves kicked in 110% as I calmed my breathing and place a smile on my face as the girl before me ran off stage. Here we go! "And next we have contemporary piece in the junior category lets welcome London to the stage" Cheers erupted in the group as I slowly walked onto stage. As my music started to play a hush came over the audience as I started to dance. I leaped and flipped and spun until I felt sick my face blank as I concentrated on each step, I used to love this.... But know it was the thing I dreaded every day. Before I knew it my dance was over and I was walking of stage to screams. As I stepped of the stage I automatically knew something was wrong. Everyone was looking at me, tears in their eyes a hush came over the crowd as an officer came out of a room, "London could you follow me please" he whispered looking at me with pity. Why pity? My heart stopped something was really wrong "w-wwhy?" I stuttered nervously "London please it's your mum just follow us and we will explain everything" "n nnno tell me what's wrong why is everyone looking at me like that where's my Mum I want my mum! "I yelled tears filling my eyes "London she not here anymore" he muttered "Noo no she is what happened stop lying!" I said tears filling my eyes "Your mum was in an accident, on the highway leading here London...... She didn't make it". That was it the end of everything. It killed her. Our dream. Dancing killed my mum. And suddenly everything she ever did made sense she wanted me to be great, for me to succeed. My mum was dying while I was dancing. Sure me and mum didn't really like each other. At all. But she was still my Mum. It's all my fault! As these thoughts filled my mind the world slipped into darkness as I fell. And the last thing I heard was my brother's worried voice screaming my name as the darkness consumed me.