Chapter Twenty-Four: Let's Go! (2/2) (Internationals Day 1)

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(Venue - Sydney Opera House. Sorry for slow updates. I keep getting writer's block, but I'm back on track and I can't wait to reveal the ending. Also, I GOT TO SEE THE CAST LIVE!! I'm really happy, I got a signed poster!)

CHELSEA'S POV

My friends from A-Troupe along with the rest of the TNS Internationals team stared in awe at the beauty of the Sydney Opera House.

"Take it in while you can. You'll be disqualified by the first round." A petite girl snickers.

"Karlotta, there's no need to waste your breath before dancing. We wouldn't want you dancing as bad as these Canadian outcasts anyway." The girl's doppelganger states before they walk off gracefully, following their team. They had matching white tracksuits and they all held their noses high.

"The Moreau twins, Karlotta and Katriane. Their grandmother was the founder of Moreau's school of the arts. Their mother runs the place now. Such snobbish girls if I ever did see." A familiar American accent speaks up. I turn as a sly grin invades my cheeks.

"Nat! It's so good to see you." I squeeze her tight.

"It's been forever since I visited Canada. I guess we're competing against each other." A smirk grows on the young girl's face. I turn to the rest of TNS.

"Everyone, this is Natalie Fresh or Nat. She's a competitive dancer at Leap N' Bounds dance studio in America. They are some serious competition." I grin at Natalie.

"Thanks, girlie. I saw your Nationals win. You guys are on fire. Josie heard some whispers that you are Dance Captain for Internationals this year." I chuckle.

"Well, Josie's got some good ears."

"I better go and sign in. I'll see you tomorrow, Chel." She bear-hugs me one last time before rushing off to her team.

"We should probably go sign up too," Giselle spoke after a few moments of silence. Mum's phone dinged. She quickly reads the screen and furrows her eyebrows.

"I'll be right back. Chels, Dance Captain signs up the team."

RILEY'S POV

'Riley, go to the right wing of the Opera House.' I frown in confusion as I make my way down the halls. I turn a corner and almost drop my phone as I look up. Emily and Hunter stood there, smiles wide on their faces.

"Em!" I whisper in comfort as I hug my sister. I smile at my brother-in-law. "It's good to see you, Hunter." He gives me his signature cheeky grin before Emily starts to get serious.

"Riley, we came here with a warning. I couldn't just tell you over the phone. Carson's in Australia and he's after Chelsea. One of the Internationals teams got in contact with him and knew it would ruin your chances at winning if he was here because he would be a distraction." I felt my stomach clench and my face pale in fear. I stumble a little bit and Hunter catches me, helping me up. Emily looks me dead in the eyes and sees my fear.

"You can't tell Chelsea," I whisper, tears filling my eyes. Emily starts walking down the halls.

"I'm not, I'm going to tell Bryce. That boy would do anything for her."

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