Competition Rises

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Prologue

I stare down at the ivory envelop in my hands, which was addressed to me, Atalanta Stark. My name was centered and printed in fine calligraphy. This is the letter I’ve been working my whole life for. This letter could rectify all the relinquishment and strenuous years I’ve put into dance. This is either my one-way ticket to fame or a roadblock telling me that I’m not going anywhere.

            I walk up the steps to my apartment on 34th St, just down the block from my studio. The doorman opens the door for me, and I nod a thank you. I decide to take the stairs to floor three. As I get closer to apartment 3-12 I realize I’ve misplaced my keys, hopefully my uncle’s home. I bang on the door and two seconds later a mean in his late thirties opens the door with a smirk spread across his face.

“Forgot these, Atty?” He asks, no need a reply, dangling my keys from his fingers.

“Where’d I leave them, the counter?” This was our deal; if one of us forgot our keys then we have to guess where they were.

“Try again,” He eyes spark, because he knows I won’t get the answer correct.

“Screw this,” I say taking him by surprise a little. He was obviously not expecting that answer, and I wasn’t aware my slight anger towards him. Might as well take my chance, since he was distracted; I took the keys and went inside and sat down on a comfy couch that felt like a cloud in front of the TV.

“So, that’s it? You’re not going to guess anymore?” Dave asks from behind.

“Nope,” I say with complete lack of interest.

“Well, they were in the fridge, in the egg carton.” Wow, the places I put those things. I remember one time they were in the ice tray, and another they were in the microwave, with the actually microwave on.

His eyes fall towards the milky envelope I was still holding in my hand, “What’s that?” A grin tugs at the corner of his lips.

“Oh.. just a letter,” I say nonchalantly.

“Just a letter!” My uncle exclaims, I swear seconds away from happy dancing.

“Yupp...”

“Well, open it! Oo! Read it out loud!” My uncle Dave clearly more enthusiastic than I.

“Fine... Miss Atalanta Stark, we are happy to announce... blah blah blah... you’re an amazing dancer... truly a gift... some more crap... finally.. glad to inform you... blah blah blah... I’ve been. Accepted.” I look up at me uncle to see him staring back. In a blink of an eye, his arms are around me and I’m spinning in circles.

“Uncle... Dave... you.. better... put... me down... before... I... puke,” at the comment he stops swirling and puts me back on my feet.

“I’m so proud of you, At. You did this, all by yourself. I remember when you were just 6 year-”

“Okay, okay. Save it. Please no crying?” I interject him as he was on the verge of tears. 

“What I did not shed a tear!” Dave says obviously a little embarrassed.

“You were going to..” I mumbled under my breath as I headed into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“I heard that!” My uncle shouted from behind. I turned my face to the side, to see him reading the letter with a huge smile plastered against his face. I really got in; I did it. All the hard work is finally paying off. 

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