Dancing The Dream (Dance Moms, Autumn Miller, Sophia Lucia & Mia Diaz Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty Four || Maddie's POV (Part Two)

Chapter Twenty Four || Maddie's POV (Part Two)

Published: 30th of October 2013.

***A/N Thanks for voting guys! I hope you like this new update and the addition of a new character to the story : ) I know I am doing this chapter in a lot of parts. It will probably be four parts, or maybe three. I wanted to update for you guys so I didn’t keep you waiting too long, but I have to type the chapter up from my notebook first and it’s taking a long time. So here it is… part two.*** 

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I rush around backstage, sweaty and hot, still in my regulation purple tracksuit. My hair is in its regular slightly messy ponytail, I haven’t put make up on, and I haven’t stretched or practised my solo at all. And I still haven’t found a costume. And what makes it ten times worse is that none of my supposed friends or my teacher are helping me. Miss Abby wouldn’t have ever forgotten a costume- not for me, not for anyone.

“Hi!” I say to a girl I don’t even know, desperate now. “Listen, I know this is annoying, but could I possibly borrow your costume?”

She brushes past me, not even listening. Well, this is it. I guess I can’t go on stage.

Someone touches my elbow lightly. I turn. It’s a friendly looking girl with shoulder length blonde hair, in jeans and a blue spotty T-shirt. She looks about thirteen.

She’s obviously not competing. What’s she doing backstage? Do I know her?

“Are you okay?” she asks, sounding genuinely concerned. I want to throw my arms around her and hug her for actually worrying about me.

“Not really,” I say. “My teacher forgot to order my costume. I’m on in just over twenty minutes and I’m totally stuck. I don’t even have a practise leo or anything.”

“That’s awful, I’m sorry!” she says sympathetically. “Hey, I’ve got a suitcase in the trunk of my parents’ car, because I’m moving into a house near here. It’s got all my dance gear in it! I’ll got and get it, and you can pick something!”

“Really? Oh my gosh you’re amazing!”

She blushes. “It’s just practise stuff. But I bet you can find something. Now run back to your dressing room and sort out your make up and everything. What number is your room?”

“124,” I say breathlessly. “Thanks so much!”

We rush off in our separate directions.

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The dressing room is chaos, so I get my make up stuff and head out into the busy corridor. I can’t bear to be near my so-called friends who are so inconsiderate that they can’t help me when I desperately need it. I look at myself in the mirror for a little while, in a total trance, and then shake myself.

Hair first.

I decide to do something I’ve never done before and just be totally natural. I don’t put anything in my hair or do anything to it. I just shake it out of the ponytail and let it settle around my shoulders, soft and wavy. I add pale pink lipstick and silver eyeshadow, and then for no particular reason, take a dark blue facepaint and draw a scattering of stars just below my eye on one side. It creates just the effect I want. It’s fun designing my own costume and make up.

I start stretching and practising, laying my grey stain ballet shows on the ground next to me. They’re the only part of my original costume that I have with me.

I check my watch. Ten minutes left. Wow.

Suddenly I see the blonde girl running down the hallway. I pack up my make up and stand up. Her eyes widen.

“You look incredible!” she says. She’s dragging a heavy suitcase behind her.

“Thanks so much!”

She opens the suitcase and I kneel down beside her, clutching my precious shoes. I leave my make up in an empty locker. I doubt anyone will want used up eye pencils.

“It’s all yours,” she says. The suitcase is pretty full and I’m quite excited to be allowed to choose, if I’m honest.

“The song’s historical,” I say. “I think it’s a bit angry, and a bit sad. Can you help me pick something that will go with that and the make up in… five minutes?”

“I’d love to,” she says. She takes in the make up. “This?” she suggests, holding up a dark blue top and shorts.

“Mmmm,” I say doubtfully.

“This?” It’s a teal leotard dress.

“Too similar to the trio costume,” I say regretfully. Shame. It would’ve been good.

“What about this?” she says. As soon as I see it, I know it’s right. It’s a dark grey strappy leotard with three slits in either side on the stomach. “It could go with these?” she continues, holding up some thin silvery tights.

“It’s perfect!” I breathe. “Thank you… more than I can say!” I realise I don’t even know her name, so I ask.

“Harmony,” she says.

“Cool name! Let me just get changed and then I’ll have to get backstage super quickly!”

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Backstage, I avoid my friends as much as humanly possible. I don’t want them to see the new costume until I’m onstage, in case they try to stop me. I grip Harmony’s hand tightly with unusual nerves. I’m not normally this nervous. Normally I’m totally in control.

It’s Kenzie’s solo, and I’ve seen it once or twice so I know it’s nearly the end. I get ready to go on. It’s the last ten seconds of Kenzie’s dance when I remember something important.

“Oh shoot! I’m supposed to have a scarf around my waist in this dance, so that I can take it off at the end! What on earth am I going to do?”

Harmony’s strangely silent. Then, she reaches up to her neck and unties a silky blue-grey scarf that I hadn’t noticed before. She ties it around my waist.

“It was my mom’s,” she chokes out, her eyes full of tears. “She told me it would bring me good luck. Maybe it’ll do the same for you. Maybe it’ll help you win!”

“Maddie, with Viva La Vida,” the announcement says. I give Harmony a hug then walk on, cool, calm and collected in Harmony’s lucky scarf, which floats through the air behind me.

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I think my dance went perfect. Really, really perfect. That sounds like boasting I guess, but I’m always really critical of my own dances and I was genuinely pleased with this one. I hope maybe Miss Kristina noticed how great it was, and she’ll apologise to me for not helping me.

Backstage, I search for Harmony, but I can’t find her so I venture back to the dressing room. When I step through the door, all eyes focus on me. They look… accusing?

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