I was flying with my feet on the ground. Then the music's last fading punch line hit, I struck my pose, and I was nothing more than a score on the board-a score that would win me the Regional Dance Competition of Virginia.
"Way to go, JoJo!" screamed the crowd. I heard my friend, Aliyah Mont, leading it. She greeted me with an enthusiastic hug as I scrambled away from the stage.
"JoJo, that was amazing!" she exclaimed. "Your triple pirouette, straight into a beautiful and extremely high leg arabesque...I've never seen anything like it!"
"Thanks, Aliyah," I replied proudly, "but you have. I've been showing you videos of my practices!"
Madame Courrie flew at me with more energy than Aliyah. "Just like we rehearsed," she mumbled proudly into my shoulder. "I couldn't be happier."
Just four weeks earlier, I hadn't even known I'd be competing. I hadn't even known I was talented at dancing.
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The Dancing Orphan
General FictionAt first I just sat in my seat, waiting for the competitor to walk up. Then it hit me. I was competing in the Regional Competition of Virginia. Amid Aliyah's screams of "JOJO!" and the crowds thundering applause, everything was frozen. Time stood st...
