one day, my mom decided I needed dance lessons.
"you'd be so great, amber," she said, clapping her hands together with sparkling enthusiasm.
not that I had much of a choice.
so I learned to prance around with grace, just like my mom.
made some new friends.
I finally started to learn how to be in the spotlight. how to look in the spotlight.
I let my mom curl my hair. choose my clothes. paint my face up with her expensive miracle sticks, or so she liked to call them.
then suddenly the boys at school couldn't keep their eyes off of me. the girls couldn't stop talking to me.
and I liked the attention.
