Tomorrow was the final battle of the year and me and what me and the girls have been working our asses of for. Last year we didn't even make it to the finals but this year we made it and we were going home with the win. The winners were going to get a cash prize of 5,000 dollars but it wasn't even about the money to me, I just wanted the recognition.
For the past week when we weren't in school we were at practice. We knew that the dance had to be spectacular, like no one's ever seen. That's where my years of gymnastics came in, I was pulling out all tricks tomorrow night, no holds barred. I was out to prove that we were the best and no other group could compete with us in no way, shape or form.
Practicing day in and day out and me and the girls had the dance down pact. So the today we decided to rest up and get ready for tomorrow by going to the salon. We not only needed to dance flawlessly but we needed to look flawless. Plus there was no school tomorrow so that was a major plus for us.
I went to the salon to get my hair touched up and my eyebrows done but somehow walked out with my first sew in at the stylists request and with the suggestion of the girls and with one look in the mirror I was in love.
But my mom wasn't...
She already talked my ear off about my dying my hair purple. Went on and on about how no one was going to take me seriously with purple hair and blah blah, now it was long and purple. Instead of trying to appease her I simply let her say what she had to say, let it go in one ear and out the other, ignoring her. I've been doing that a lot lately and for some reason I didn't feel guilty about it. I was done living for other people and I was going to start doing what I wanted. It was my hair, my body, my life.
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The next day I got as much rest as possible. When I did roll out of bed I got something to eat but my nerves were kicking in. I've been walking around confident all week and now the day of I was nervous. I thought our dance our dance was amazing but what if one of the other groups were better?
When it became time for me to get ready for the night I went into my closet and pulled out my outfit for tonight and laid it on my bed so I could put it in my bag. When I went to pull out my shoes I looked down at the box on the floor of my closet with return to sender written across the front in August's handwriting. A day after I sent the box to his place it was being dropped off on my doorstep by the mailman. Was I surprised he sent it back, yes and no. I wasn't going to send it back if he was just going to return it again so I kept it closed up and in my closet.
I finished getting ready for the night and got dressed into sweats, and grabbed my bag for the night and after leaving the house I headed there to meet up with girls. We all took ten minutes to stretch and talked about nothing in particular until it was time for us to get dressed and ready. We all helped each other with makeup and hair and once we were all dressed it was literally show time. There were only three teams going today. All male, Braden's Crew, all female, us, and the unisex crew.
The place was packed to capacity tonight and that only made me more nervous. Usually the girls were full of chit chatter but today we were all silent. I knew that they were just as nervous as I was. Once the announcer was telling everyone in the crowd to quiet down I noticed Braden and his crew who were going up first. I wished Braden luck and after being introduced they walked on the floor.
They were dancing to Trey Songz, Slow Motion. They were always good and tonight was no different and they even incorporated a whole stepping routine at the end. The crowd was cheering there asses off once they were done and me and the girls all looked at each other.
"Were going to win this," I assured them, "We've worked too hard and come to far to lose now."
After my little pep talk we all perked up. We decided even if we did lose, we should be happy to have come this far. When it was our turn to take the floor I felt like I was literally walking the plank, me and the girls took our positions and I looked at all of them and we shared a nod. The music started and it was go time...
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All or Nothing (August Alsina FF)
FanfictionFresh out of high school Kashmere has everything figured out for the most part, until she meets August and decides give him a chance. She doesn't know it yet but her life will never be the same. © 2014-2015 RaquelR.™. All rights reserved.