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"This is really boring, mum." Luke whispered to his mother.

"We're here for reason and one reason only, to support your ten year old cousin, Jessica." His mother whispered back, annoyed at Luke's childish behavior.

"But it's a dance competition, and I'm a boy." He whined, he didn't care if his mother didn't like the way Luke was acting at the age of 16.

"Why don't you go grab a snack from the vending machine." Liz mumbled, digging into her purse and pulling out a ten dollar bill, sighing at her immature son.

Luke grinned and walked over to the vending machine.

"Ugh, I hate vending machines." A tall girl with very light brown hair said as she groaned.

"Having trouble?" Luke said, leaning onto the machine and smiling slightly.

"Want my honest opinion? I hate my dance coach's helper, we have to help her. She made me get her some Skittles." The girl said rolling her eyes which made Luke chuckle softly.

"You're a dancer? Are you competing today?" Luke said.

"Yeah, a lyrical piece, oh! And you might see me as the lead of the group dance from my dance company." She rambled on smiling.

"You must love dancing."

"That obvious? My choreographers always complement me, saying "I'm fast at picking up the steps." which is true, it's just very easy, and I'm very flexible, naturally flexible actually, I've competed with lots of acrobatic routines, which people say is risky and can expose your weak points and stuff, plus the judges, who are up at the front, over there, either love acro or hate it, it's just luck or fate that decides it in the end." She ranted smiling, as Luke nodded every once in a while.

"Sorry, I must talk a lot, you think I'm annoying now." She nervously laughed.

"No, no. It's... amusing, how much you know about dance." He said, "I'm Luke." He smiled as he stuck out his hand for her to shake.

"I'm Juniper, Juno for short as most people call me, and by most people, everyone that knows me." She smiled, and Luke realized how beautiful she was.

"Will I see you dance today?" Luke asked, smiling a cocky smile.

"Yeah, I'm entry number eighty-four, "Insane Asylum." it's freaky and creepy, but my choreographer said it should give the audience goosebumps, if I dance the story well enough." She said as she glanced at her phone's screen, her eyes widened, "Wish me luck! I gotta go, Luke."

Juno ran off quickly with the bag of candy in her hand, which she had trouble with because of her choice of shoes.

"Weird shoes, I thought only ballerina's wore those kind of shoes." Luke mumbled to himself, as he noticed he never bought anything from the vending machine that stood in front of him.

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"This is entry number eighty-four, Juno with "Insane Asylum"." The announcer said, as Juno came out from the curtain things (the wings, you dumb luke!), the music still not turned on as she posed onto the ground.

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"How does she do those things standing up upon her foot or toe on those weird shoes as she spins?" Luke whispered, obviously impressed by how much Juniper could do on one foot, to his mum. (it's called a pirouette, you dumb luke.)

"Dancers are either incredibly flexible or they can't be one, sweetie."

"Woah." Luke said.

"Give it up for entry number eighty-four, Juno with "Insane Asylum"." The announcer said, as usual as Juno made her way over back to the wings, as she walked with a plain boring look on her face. (she's acting you dumb luke.)