Recognising Talent

Paige's POV

BEEP BEEP BEEP! My alarm clock. Who likes them? They just mess up your perfect dreams! Like becoming a model, which is what I want to do when I grow up! I force myself to drag myself to the bathroom, passing my sister, Brooke's room. I knock on the door, knowing shell still be asleep.

"Time for school." I do this every morning, everyday. I hear her groan as I yawn and scratch my head. I wash my face and brush my teeth to waken me up, then head back to my room. After checking my texts, I slip on some skinny jeans, a baggy purple top and sneakers. After I brush and quickly run over my hair with my straighteners, I hop downstairs feeling more awake.

While I'm getting my books ready, I see josh come down the stairs looking alive, but not fully awake. A while after, Brooke comes down the stairs with her phone in her hand. When she walks through the frame of the door into the kitchen, she was too busy texting and walked into the frame! Me and Josh laugh while my mom, Kelly, tuts trying to be serious, but slips a little giggle. We see the bus pulling up outside our house so I quickly grab an apple and say goodbye to my mom. I take my usual spot next to my twinnie, Chloe, and then talk about Nash Grier!

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It's the last lesson of the day. Dance. Oh how I hate it. We have got a visitor watching us today, but nobody knows why so we just think they're looking at how the teachers teach, like they normally do. We are all in the changing rooms getting dressed. Most people in my dance class do some type of dancing ranging from lyrical, to body popping and street dance. This means most of them have leotards or expensive shoes. I have some sweat pants, a black tank top and socks. If I need shoes, I have some plimsolls/pumps in my bag. But most of the time, I just put my socks over the balls of my feet.

Normally, no matter your skill level, we have one big lesson. Today we are told in the changing rooms that we are going to be put in skill level groups. Me, Chloe and Maddie look at each other confusingly, wondering why. We all walk into the hall so we can dance to be split up. Mrs Mckidler (our teacher) gives us a routine to repeat with turns, pirouettes and leaps. We all had one minute to learn it, so Maddie helped me master a front aerial, for the 20 second freestyle.

While I was practicing, I noticed a rather large woman in a corner taking notes down on a clipboard. She had brown hair and a frown on her face that look like it froze in that position. She had a black polo shirt, reading 'ALDC' with a white silhouette of a dancer beneath it. I showed Maddie where she was and she recognised her instantly!

"That's miss Abby! She's our dance coach at our dance studio! She owns it! She is absolutely horrible to us but you've just gotta bite your tongue and grit your teeth, do exactly as she says and you'll be alright."

"What is she doing here then looking at a bunch of terrible dancers then?" I say to her, still not understanding why she is here.

"Probably looking for replacements or some new members. She always says we're all replaceable." She says as she does a few turns.

'I'm glad I'm a rubbish dancer then so I don't get picked!' I thought to myself as Mrs Mckindler told us to stop what we were doing.

"5 6 7 8!" She Saadi as we all got into our starting positions. By the end of my performance, I was out of breath and glad it was over. Miss Abby read out who could get changed and go home and who she would like to see dance again. Before she started, she stated that all current dancers at the ALDC should leave the room. About five people left and groaned, leaving all the others. One by one, the rubbish dancers left. There was about 15 of us left. I thought she finished reading off the list.

"Paige Hyland. You are the last one to leave." I was so relieved! I came out, got my stuff and met up with Chloe and Maddie. They gawped at me. They thought for sure I was going to get through. But i was just grinning from cheek to cheek! Then Chloe spoke.

"You didn't get through!"