The Dreamer

First time

"I can't believe I'm starting dance here!" I whisper nervously, only to find my mum heard. "You will be fine Amelia. You have danced your whole life' you're taking all senior classes and you're only 16! This will be easy for you." Mum reassures me. " But I have danced my whole life in Sydney, not London! Besides, I only turned 16 like a week ago." We moved to London because my dad got a new job here that pays triple what he used to get. I don't mind it here, but I do miss all my friends and my old dance studio. "Amelia, sweetheart listen to me. You are a strong, confident young lady who is extremely talented. You will probably be better then half the teachers there. If you still find dancing here uncomfortable after a few weeks you can stop dancing." What did she just say? Did she actually say that I might stop dancing? No way! It is my life and I would never give it up for anything! I suddenly feel much more confident than before. If I do badly, then I have to quit. I cannot quit, so I obviously need to do well. I'm deep in thought about what I should say to everyone when mum interrupts my thoughts.

"We're here!" She says in that creepy singy way that somehow reminds me of witches. "Bye mum, love you." I say quickly before getting out of the car. I need to hurry up, don't want to be late. I hurry inside, find the change rooms and undress. I put on black dance shorts and a black dance crop top with a pink bow where the straps connects to the front of it. I bought it especially for my first say. I slip on my tan jazz shoes and make sure my bun is still neat and tight. "Okay, I'm ready" I say to myself because nobody is around. Why is no one here? You would think people would be here. Then again I am half an hour early. I wanted to be here a but early incase I got lost and also so I can fit in a really good warm up before class. I like to be really stretched before I dance.

I go inside the studio and warm up. Then since nobody is around I decide to do an old dance I choreographed before leaving Sydney. It's to the song 'Little things' by One Direction. I love them so much! I'm a huge directioner. I don't really have a favourite though, they're all sexy. I put on the music and dance around the studio. When the song finishes I take my phone out of the docking station and check the time before putting it in my bag. Shit, class is about to start.

*One week later*

School is going well. I sit with two girls named Sienna and Aria. They are really nice but I don't exactly talk to them much because I concentrate so hard on my school work. I don't have time after school or on weekends to do homework so I do it at luchtimes or if I finish work in class early. I spend way to much time at dance. I did not end up hating it at all, I actually love the new studio. I look up at the clock on the wall above the teacher's desk at the front of the class, 3:14. One minute until school is over and I get out of this hell and into the world that I live for. (Bell rings) Yes finally the day is over.

I run to my locker and put all my books away and grab my backpack. No homework tonight, Yay! I dash out to the carpark where my mum's blue car is waiting, with her inside. I wish I could drive but I don't have time to fit the lessons in my busy schedule. I spend the whole ride to the studio thinking about what we might do in each class. I have ballet, jazz, acro and hip hop which I really am horrible at but I find it fun. Once at the studio I put on a black leotard and turn myself into Betty Bunhead. Walking into studio B, I notice the clock. I am 20 minutes early. I walk over to the side of the room and put my iphone into the docking station. I've been working on a dance to 'Best Song Ever' by One Direction. I absolutely adore this song, it is so upbeat and catchy. As I'm dancing I hear muffled voices but don't pay any attention to it, assuming it's just somebody walking past the studio to the change rooms. When the song finishes I stand in my ending pose then bow for my imaginary audince. (Clapping sound) What is that clapping? I turn around to face the door, and that's when I see them. The muffled voices were in the room the whole time. "Hi we're One Direction!"