"You don't have to try..." I hear the music start playing and immediately start improving. I throw in a few turns, some kicks, floor work, arial, etc. The music stops and Abbi critiques me. "You need to work on your kicks, A LOT. And that needs to be so much higher off the ground. Let's move on to hip-hop." I finish all of the dance types and finish getting critiqued and walk out of the room. I was so nervous! All I keep thinking is, "I sucked, I don't have a chance." And more. When I got home I worked on dance just in case I got in. I worked on everything Abby critiqued me on until is was perfect. A couple days later, my mom got a call on her cell-phone saying that I got in. I was jumping up and down with joy. I would have never thought in a billion years that I would have made it. Practice started in 3 days. That gave me 3 days to prepare for everything, the work, the dances, and Abby. I had seen on the show that Abby was mean, but I didn't think she was that bad. But, when I met her, she wasn't very nice. Time to start practicing I guess.
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Hey guys! So I just noticed that some of my writing is in different point of views. Well, the POV that I have been writing with is the one I will be staying with.
