Invisible String ☆|☆ QUACKITY

The Dance Competition

A/N: I have been watching Dance Moms again. But at least I'm writing, right?

"Alexis!" He was scolded for a fifth time, not being able to keep control of himself. He had never been on a plane before. If watching his sister dance onstage was the price, he had to pay for a vacation in LA?

He was willing to do it every weekend.

Of course, this was a "special" thing, hid mother had been saving up all year long. Whatever a "nationals" was, Alex didn't care.

HE WAS GOING TO LAS ANGELES! HE WOULD SEE AMERICAN SEAGULLS! HE COULD GET AMERICAN MERCH!!!

And so; he sat still (untrue) and behaved (debatable) as they boarded the plane to his latest dream.

American French Fries, be ready for Alexis Maldanado.

Lexi let her body gracefully glide to the ground as her solo music finished.

"Got it," Patrick, her underpaid and overworked camera man, reported with great pride.

Tomorrow, Lexi was going to preform a solo at a National Competition, and although she was nervous, she was also excited.

"Am I ever gonna be paid for being your personal servant?" Patrick inquires as he replays the footage from the corner of the room, as Lexi refits her dance shoes.

"Let me think...no probably not likely."

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"Mama, I need to use the restroom," Alex whispers to his mother, who points him in the direction.