Confessions of XO

Its Crazy How Time Flies

"07-22-14 From the concrete who knew that a rose could grow? A beautiful soul gone and lost in the cold. Found again so vivid and bold, you stay strong and hang on to everything you know. Cause at the end when you're weak and the last petal falls, open arms and heart, I'll be at the end of the road. Love, London💕 "

This is the 5th letter I've wrote Dayuni, it keeps a smile on her face. If I would've known she liked letters I would started this shit sooner. Ha. Well it's been almost a month since Mama Rosa died...man it's been hectic for us both.

But she's my soldier. Speaking of soldiers...We put our hearts on the line in Texas on July fourth, when I say we danced out hearts out I mean it. We put ERRYTHING we had into this competition. The Jazzy Divas were Houston's "best" but all I saw was low class, no sportsman ship, and sloppy stripper routines. Don't get me wrong they had a nice formation and they could keep up but we knew that we weren't on our territory so it was go hard or go home. Right?

Needless to say, my girls poured their hearts and souls into it. Overall I was proud. And so were the judges, so proud that we walked away with bragging rights, the scholarship AND the $50,000 cash. On top of that a local dance agent and her daughter, Kayla, a well known YouTube dance star thought we were so good that she wanted us to perform at her daughters sweet 16. Diamond assassins can't be stopped. That is until Jessica, a dancer for jazzy Divas couldn't control her anger and started screaming and Bryn as Dayuni. Of ALL people why did she have US fucked up?

I walked up to Jessica and politely told her to go back to her group, but she wasn't hearing it. I told the girls to keep walking to the jet and don't get involved. After about 2-3 minutes of Jessica's screaming and looking like a dumb ass, her captain finally decides to stop her. As I stand there watching her captain gives me the finger I smile, flip my hair and walk away to catch up and praise my girls. The shaking heads of parents, scouts, coaches, and reporters towards them was enough to keep my silence.

The jet ride home was silent, no one spoke, we all just looked out the window and reflected on the magic we made . Asia, picked our song Adele's "Rolling in the Deep" but was mixed with a 90s New Orleans bounce beat. Arianna, created our stance, tori, created our outfits, Jasmine, got everyone's hairstyle, Sidney, created our make up, Nia, created the nail color, and me Dayuni and bryn, choreographed the routine. They didn't know what hit them by the time it was over. I had a multifaceted team that I wouldn't trade for the world.

We'd all grew up dancing together and knew we wouldn't be stopped if we stuck together and worked hard. I still remember over night practices and waking up in middle school to go to each other's house to perfect a routine at 6 am right before a competition to make sure we had it flawless, we helped each other and pushed each other. That's what we will always do until we go our separate ways for college. Which was less than a year now that I think about it.

It's crazy how time flies..