Heart strings

Chapter27

Katy's POV:

Today is competition day. (A/N: you guys forgot she dances didn't you)

I woke up early, sorted out all my stuff, took a shower and got dressed in my shorts and crop top. Throwing on an over sized jacket and converses I made my way downstairs into the kitchen.

I got a quick breakfast, took my Gatorade and walked out the door into my car. My parents don't wake up anymore since I can drive, now only Paule comes with me.

I started up the engine and drove over to hers. One horn of my car and she was out the door locking it and climbing in  the passenger seat. "Morning" she said. I hummed in response.

"Ready to come home with the biggest trophy?"

"As ready as I'll ever be"

"That's the spirit" I have no idea how she can be excited to early in the morning. She's bubbling with joy and excitement when all I wanna do is shut out everyone and just get my Starbucks.

Thirty minutes later we arrived to where the competition's being held. We get inside the building after I park the car, and we make our way to my dressing room.

As the door gets closed time starts ticking. I quickly get out of my clothes and get my costume on. It's a black leotard with a matching tutu, both filled with sparkly beads and glitter.

I sit on a chair and start working on makeup as Paule works her wonders with my hair. I'm done before she is so I start going over my lyrical piece in my head. Making sure to remember all the remarks that Mrs Abby yelled at me.

Soon enough Paule's done and the competition is starting. I've got three solos and each is a different type of dancing. First is my lyrical to nightingale by Demi- next I'll jump into  jive to she looks so perfect by 5sos - and I'll end with some hiphop.

Right now I'm standing behind the curtains, going over my lyrical routine, there's one contestant before I'm up. The voice of the announcer was heard and it finally was my turn.

I heard Paule whisper me a good luck as I started walking to the middle of the stage. (A/N: now I would tell you what she does there but I'm pretty sure 1% will understand why I'm saying so just gonna spear you that)

I finish and it's one of those moments that count for you as a dancer. Those moments when you give everything and when you're done its complete silence. All the crowd is confused weather they should clap, cry, smile, stand or stay sat. It's one of those moments where you just take their breath away.

Those moments are the ones that truly count. And those are the ones that make you the prouder you could be cause you delivered your message.

Right now I'm running back while also hugging Paule. We get back into the dressing room and there's no time to loose. I once again get out of my outfit and wear my next one. This time it's a floor length wavy skirt red skirt with a black leotard.

My make up works for this look, only I have to put on red lipstick. My hair's going from its perfect right bun to my shoulders, this time it's getting filled with red roses.

As I slip on my heels they break, my eyes widen and my heart falls to the ground. I look up at Paule with tears filling my eyes as I try to not let them escape. I can't dance without them. What am I supposed to do now.

She tries to hug me but I push her away, grabbing at my hair I start walking all over the room. What would Abby tell me to do if she were here. What, what think Katy think!

I'm stopped by Paule grabbing my shoulders and shaking me. "Focus, stop crying, leave your god damn hair alone, and focus. Shoes don't make you a dancer okay. You're gonna go on that stage, without heels. You're gonna stand there and do your dance just as you would do it if you were wearing them. Got it? Now move"

3rd person's POV:

Katy shook her head yes. That's what she needed. Someone to remind her she's a fighter and a pair of heels wasn't going to stop her from winning.

Paule got some paper towels and proceeded to cleaning her eyes from any tear stains and quickly getting her make up back to perfect. She then fixed Katy's half ruined hair. And sent her off to the stage.

She quickly reminded her before her name was called "A pair of shoes don't make you a dancer, the hours of practice you endure, your heart, and your talent makes you one."

What would she do without her Paule? Nothing.