Live and Breathe Dance

Surprise, Surprise

Hey! Hope ya liked the last chappie and enjoy the next!!! ~Lydie

ABBY'S POV

I ran upstairs after inhaling my pancakes. I quickly showered, got dressed and brushed teeth in record time. I put on mid-thigh denim shorts that had a bunch of holes in them and my favorite gray crop top with a blue and green geometric pattern on the front. My hair was down and hung halfway down my back and it glimmered in the light. I put on foundation, mascara, and a little bit of eyeliner to highlight my dark blue eyes. Satisfied, I walked back downstairs. Gavin and Ms. Marsden were waiting in front of the door. "Sorry to keep you waiting..." I apologized, kicking Gavin in the knee. "So what's the surprise? Can you PLEASE tell me?!" I begged, practically jumping up and down.

"You'll see..." Ms. Marsden said with a smirk. We followed her out the door and into her car. Honestly, now, I was scared. She was kinda freaking me out. As we went down the road, Gavin gave me a look like he was saying "I'm sorry my mom is so weird."

Fifteen minutes later we reached this random shopping plaza. Ms. Marsden parked the car and got out with us following closely behind her. She stopped in front of a random store or something, I couldn't see what it was though because there was no sign and the windows were tinted. But next door, there was a HUGE dance shop, and I'd always dreamed of going there. "Come with me." Ms. Marsden said, smirking again. Ok, what part about going into a dark and ominous store is not creepy? But as we walked in, I immediately smelled the aroma of hairspray and shampoo. "Abigail, have you ever wanted to dye your hair?" She asked, and I lit up like a lightbulb. "ALWAYS!!! I always tell Gavin about my dream hairstyle."

"Well then," Ms. Marsden said, pointing towards the salon. "Today's your day!" I was about to scream when Gavin's hand flew across my mouth, so it sounded like I was squeaking like an old door. A lady with multi-colored hair came over to us. "Hello, my name is Amanda. What are we doing with your hair today?" She looked at me. I knew what I wanted, right off the bat. "A cut and a color."

"Right this way, then." Amanda said, leading me over to a chair. "We'll start with the color, and then the cut." She placed a book of all of the colors they had. I smirked. I'm gonna have the BEST hair in the WORLD!!!!! I thought.

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About an hour later, I walked out of the salon. My hair had a few layers, bangs that came down below my eyebrows, and they dyed my tips aqua. I had always wanted to dye my tips, and I was ecstatic that I did today.

We followed Ms. Marsden into the dance shop next door. Could she do anything nicer? I thought. "I'll buy you both whatever you want, since you have that competition coming up." Oh yeah, I thought. We had Michigan State Competition in a month, and I had been freaking out about it. It would be my ticket to the nationals, and from there, world competition, and from THERE, another accomplishment to go on my resume for college.

When we walked into the dance store, my jaw dropped. Wall to wall supply of leotards, shoes, pants, shirts, and everything a dancer could dream of made my mouth water. Gavin saw my face and slapped my cheek. "Ow!" I yelped, touching where he slapped me. I walked over to the leotards, because I am obsessed with them and I LOVE shopping for them. I found a baby blue one that had a built in bra (BONUS!!!) and it came down really low in the back. There was a woven pattern on the back. I also found a bright purple one that had a collar and a zipper in the front. It had built in shorts, good for days that I had hip hop or modern. I picked a few black ones for ballet, and headed to the dressing room.

I came out a few minutes later, putting back one of the black leotards that fit me strangely. I headed over to the t-shirts and pants section, picking out three shirts, a sweatshirt, Chachi pants with zippers, two pairs of booty shorts (orange and green), and hot pink sweat pants that said "DANCE" on the ass. I also picked out some legwarmers, Foot Undeez, and a new bag for my pointeshoes. About half an hour later, I met up with Ms. Marsden and Gavin at the check out counter. Ms. Marsden made sure that I didn't hear the price of everything, because she knew that I would regret making her pay so much. Honestly, I would have died if I saw the price, because by the look on Ms. Marsden's face, I could tell it was a lot. "Do you want me to pay for some of it?..." I asked hesitantly, sensing her stress.