Miss Laurie
I have been walking around for hours.
I can't find Mark. He's dancing soon so he needs to warm up. I circle around the corridor and see him.
"Mark! Where have you been?" I yell at him. He's playing cards with a random boy, and I'm nervous he'll not be able to check in.
I grab him by the arm and apologize to the other boy. "Let's go." I say, and soon we are heading to the ballroom.
Many boys are already backstage so I rush to get out Mark's shoes out. "Good luck." I tell him, kissing him on the top of his head. He shuffles off. I really hope he does well.
Soon he finishes up his second round. He will definitely recall.
Reagan and Maeve come up to me. They say that Brooklyn isn't doing so well since she threw up all over backstage.
Mark comes up to us. "How'd I do?" He asks us. Truthfully, he danced amazingly. "You were great bud." Maeve tells him even though she didn't see him dance. Then we all head out of the ballroom and wait for the agonization of recalls.
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Where Dance Fits In
Short StoryThirteen year old Reagan Smith is an Open championship dancer at the O'Brien school of Irish dance. Her teacher, Ms. Laurie always encourages her students to do well. This story tells of how their two lives compare and how they deal with drama of t...
