Meant To Be

Chapter 2

Meant To Be 2:

My iPhone rang my text ringtone, and I dug it out of my bag. 'Good luck! I know you'll make it!' My best friend Alicia, sent me. I smiled, and was about the text back when a voice over the intercom announced "Please turn off all cellular devices.Thank you." I then quickly dropped my phone back into my purse. All the dancers were to sit in the auditorium of Juliard. I was nervous just siting there! After about 30 minutes after call time, 3 judges came on the stage. The middle one told us the rules and things needed to know. "Only 3 girls will make it out of the 150 of you. Good luck." That was it? I thought. I shrugged, sat back, and waited for my turn. About an hour and a half later, they called, "Layla Miles." I got up and walked to the door leading to the studio. When I walked in, I almost fell over from shock. Julliane Hough was one of the judges! She smiled and asked "And what will you be doing for us today?" I gulped back what had to be my lunch, and said "I will be doing a jazz piece put together by Francis VonScott. You might happen to know her?" The judges nodded, and jestered to the iPod dock. I inserted my phone, and cued it up to Nicki Minaj's 'Starships'. The music blared out of the speakers, filling my senses. I was ready. I went into the dance smoothly and relaxed. Every hip thrust, head swing, and high kick was right on target. It felt like only seconds passed and then the song was over. The judges didn't smile or anything when I finished. Just stared. I stared back, ignoring how the number pinned to my shirt was halfway torn. "Thank you." I smiled. I walked out of the room with perfect jazz posture. Then I heard them quietly discuss my dance. And I knew then it was either good or bad.