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"I don't know Lilli," Payton worried, scanning over the folded piece of paper I gave him. "It seems a little risky."

Payton and I were sitting in Costa Coffee above Miss Suzie's, as we always do after dance class. I was consulting with him whether it would be a good idea to take the audition or not. Not that I really need his approval, I was going to do it whether he wanted me to or not.

"What?" I almost shouted. "Risky? How is it risky?"

"Well, for one, you're competing against other girls, also known as your classmates and friends." He pointed out.

"I compete all the time in dance competitions anyway, it's not that big of a deal," I leaned back in my chair, folding my arms over my chest. "They're not even really much of my friends either."

"And for two, how do you even know he wants you to audition anyways?"

"I don't even think he knows," I said, shrugging.

I know what Harry would say if he found out I was auditioning. He'd personally come to my house, making me think he's finally owning up and visiting, and then end up stabbing me and shoving my rotting corpse in the linen closet. I think Payton doesn't want me auditioning because he knows I have a higher chance at winning. I've been told by multiple people I'm the best dancer in the studio. Payton just doesn't want drama. Payton just doesn't want me seeing my brother.

"So you're just going to show up at the audition, win it, and surprise him on tour? Is that such a good idea?" He questioned, worried, again. I could see that Payton was just concerned for my secret identity. He wants me to be happy. Well, I'm not happy unless I'm with Harry. It's been four years. I need to see my brother.

Payton and Harry never quite got along, therefore Payton doesn't like Harry. Harry was always so overprotective thinking that Payton would steal me away from him or butt into mine and Harry's relationship, but I think it's a little too late for that. Payton just didn't like how Harry was so parenting over me. He hates what Harry had done, closing me off out of his life. He's seen how bad and messed up it's made me. They never got along.

"Really? You think I'd win?" I said, a smile appearing on my face, my voice just ready to squeal excitedly. Just the thought of me winning this is shaking my nerves.

Payton rolled his eyes. "Only if you do, which you probably will," I smiled wider, "but is it such a good idea for you to go on tour with him? What if people start questioning? What if people find out? Harry won't be so happy."

I sighed. Payton had a point. Harry would be upset if I came on tour with him because he put me in secret for a reason and I could very well jeopardize that if I go on tour with them.

"I know, but it would just be so great if I did. And people don't even have to know. I can still keep my name as Lilli Samson. Harry will just be the only one to know." I suggested, leaning forward onto the table, taking another bite of my frozen yogurt.

"I don't know, love..."

"C'mon Pay Pay," I whined, "think of how incredible of a jumpstart this could be for my career. It's only for eight months too. I'll be back in no time."

"And just think of that too," Payton said, looking back over the white sheet of paper that could be my ticket to my career. "It's eight months. Eight months away from your mum, Gemma, Bella, and most importantly me. What are we going to do? I don't think I could last eight months without you Lil."

I smiled knowing at how badly Payton would miss me if I went. "Aw, Pay Pay, don't worry. I still get breaks and chances to come home and see you guys. I'll bring Harry too and there can be a giant reunion party or something. Just think about how happy this would make me. I know it's a far distance and long time, but it's an incredible opportunity and would make me very happy." I was practically begging. I wanted Payton to know how badly I wanted this, and I wanted it bad.