"And everyone please wish Mia a big good luck. She has an audition for DAL this weekend," Ms. Johnson, my ballet teacher said.
My piers clapped and some gave me a pat on the back.
"Class dismissed!" the other girls shuffled out.
I was walking through the door when a soft hand touched my shoulder.
"Mia, dear. I wish you the best of luck at your audition." said Ms. Johnson with a smile on her face.
"Thank you. But Ms. Johnson, I doubt that I will get in."
"Mia, you are an amazing dancer. The day that you don't get into DAL is the day that giraffes are allowed on the subway."
I giggled. Then I shrugged my shoulders and have her a halfhearted smile. "Well I better be going. Thanks again, Ms. Johnson." I turned to the door.
"If you dream it, you can achieve it, Mia."
With that I left the studio and hopped into my moms mini van.
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As we drove to the audition the following day, I started getting really nervous. All of these other dancers I was competing against had much more training then I did. What if I wasn't good enough?!
"Mia, were here!" Said my mom. She noticed the worried look on my face. "What's wrong?"
If you dream it, you can achieve it. I remembered Ms. Johnson's words in my head.
"Nothing," I answered, "Just a little car sick. It's already going away."
"Okay." she unloaded our tiny suitcase from the back of the van. "Let's go check into the hotel."
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And he leaned in closer.
And closer!
And...
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
No! Niall Horan had escaped once again!
I flopped face down on the springy hotel bed.
"Mia! Rise and shine! Today's a big day!" sang my mother from across the hotel suite.
That's right! Today was the audition. I still didn't want to get up. Why get out of bed when I'm just going to fail anyways?!
But as usual I dragged myself out of bed and got ready.
If you dream it you can achieve it.
Hai. Sorry I haven't updated in so long. And I'm also sorry that this chapter is really boring. The audition will be in the next chapter and she will go to the school in the next few chapters. I'm so tired right now.
Toodaloo,
kittypryde10
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Pink Shoes
Teen FictionMia Bernstein is an up and coming dancer. Her parents finally let her audition for a prestigious dance school in London and she is thrilled. But when Mia arrives at DAL, or Dance Academy of London, she realizes she might not be as good of a dancer a...
