Dear Diary,
Today my mom passed away. Painlesly in her sleep she slipped into a coma and the doctors pulled her off of life support.
You would think without my mom I would be a wreck but weirdly enough, I'm not?
I have one thing and one thing only on my mind.
To complete step one.
Nationals is in two weeks and I have a solo.
And I know if I don't win, I will never be the same, because this is what she wanted this is what my mom put as her last wish for me.
And I must win, I must win for my mom.
I will win.
** The day of Nationals**
I walk in to the crowded competion, next to my bestfriend, Chloe Lukasiak.
Ever since the cameras left we have been becoming really close, and I wouldn't be who I am without her.
Fans scream our names relentlessly and we smile back and wave, causing fits of screams.
Once in the make-up room I get straight to work.
I check steps off of my mental checklist:
Make up ✔️
Hair ✔️
Stretched ✔️
Costume ✔️
Solos are being called, so I run to the wings.
Contestant number 10 is completing a turn sequence when I decide to run my dance, because I am next. And I need to win for my mom.
In my head I say my steps, Grandè Plié into an arebesque leap, Alá secondés to a Piroette to the floor. Roll. Slowly stand up and give emotion, hurdle, aerial. CRACK.
I fell to floor grasping my knee. I know I defiantly hurt it badly. Almost to the extant of no solo..
I slowly stand up and and limp to the wings.
Shaking out my legs, I see contestant 10 finish.
I'm next. And I am dancing.
Even if I hurt my self trying.
