Ellie pov
I got a text from Maddie saying we are changing the duos for the gig so, instead of bloodstream we are doing our duo Teenage Love Affair and Jamie is doing Good Kisser.We did these dances a while back and really like them.
I grab my bag and walk down stairs after doing my hair making sure it is manageable for my quick changes. I follow my family into the car sitting in the very back corner of our 8 seater car.
My brothers were talking about destroying Jays team. They also were talking about halftime, and how the band couldn't do it.
I looked outside once we pull up to the stadium. We all exit the car and at that moment I see Jacob looking slightly nervous. Me and Jacob have a special relationship, to me he is a more sensitive version of a brother. He knows when somethings wrong with me and I know when's somethings wrong with him.
I run to him giving him a hug, and calming him down. He's nervous and he gets like this before a performance or game, yet this time it's both. I turn back to see my brothers with angry faces but I don't care. I look at Jacob and we do our secret handshake.
Once me and Jacob are finished I see Jay smiling. I give him a quick hug and say good luck knowing that I'm on full display. I walk back to the family earning some of the usual comments like, those boys are evil, they are after one thing, or don't talk to them. I simply roll my eyes at my brothers and wish them all good luck. My brothers walked away going to the locker rooms. I took the oppurtunity to tell my father why I kept this a secret.
"Dad, I did not tell you because I was insecure and happy. I felt left out between you andmom. You guys were always on tour with Jamie's parents leaving us behind all the time. You always left during school season with the boys making me go up a grade before I had too while the boys were meeting stars and being held back a grade." I take pause letting my dad register my words.
"When I was six and you were on that big tour and took my brothers and cousins leaving Jamie and I with the nanny, we stumbled in to the dance studio. We started going in the studio everyday seeing we had a gift. We begged the nanny to bring us to a actual studio. Ever since then we have been here. You guys were gone and never payed attention. I needed my mother and father, I wanted to tell you, but you were always at a sporting event or with your band. I was gone for days for nationals and you didn't notice. But now since I have gotten older and more mature now everyone is up in my business. Last night I was slapped for being and doing what I loved. You wanted to stop me from doing what I loved. I love you so much but I only can take so much hurt dad. I started cutting when I was 13 when you took all the boys and more. To the super bowl leaving me with that new babysitter. She told me you lets cause you hated me and I believed her." I say brushing away a traitor tear.
"Honey I am sorry. I love you so much and what I did was in forgivable. I love the way you dance and I won't take that away. I will be there and I will be your father. I won't ever push you away again." My dad says letting a few years trail down his face.
He pulls me into a embrace feeling me with so much love.
A couple hours later the game is half way into the second quarter. I'm sitting by Jamie watching the score stay 7-7. I get a group text witch has m, Jamie, my mom,and Aunt. I look out see it says to meet by academies car. My mom nods her head and me and Jamie go to the "snackbar where my dad thinks I am."
I get in the car hearing the news of two group dances. Our line up is
Talk Dirty
Good Kisser
Teenage Love Affair
Sad Song
Pony.I get my outfits prepared. The boys have it easy but me and jamie got quick changes. To make it easy for talk dirt we have two piece Leo tops and bottoms.
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