Meant To Be 4:
The room was quiet. "Will those 3 girls stand up, please?" The man judge asked. I stood up quietly, an the girls around me gasped. I was smiling too hard to care about the look on there faces, no matter how mean that sounded. Every girl in the room stated at me as I walked towards the stage. The other girls stood up, too, and followed me. "Juliet Harris, Gigi Knight, and Layla Miles, welcome to the world of traveling Dance." That's when the other auditioners got angry. "I should've gotten that!" "You suck!" and "Kill them!" we're among the yells and screams that were being shouted towards Juliet, Gigi, and me. Then they started getting physical. The front row girls tried to grab us, all pull us down. Everything was blurred as a open Gatorade was thrown my way, spilling it's contents on my eyes. I heard a familiar scream, then realized it was me and stopped. I ran towards the stage, dragging Gigi and Juliet with me. "Come on!" I yelled at them, and they blinked out of there shock. I could already tell I'd be doing most of the dirty work in our trio. When we reached the stage, helpful bodyguards lifted us up like rag dolls.
"Thanks God!" I heard Gigi yell, and I giggled. Looking out at the angry mob of wannabe dancers, I felt like a movie star on the red carpet. I smiled, the linked arms with Gigi and Juliet and crossed the stage to our future.
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Meant To Be
FanfictionLayla is an American girl sent away to London for a dance contract with only her wallet, dance shoes, and a dream. She expects to find a story worthy of a biography, but what she gets is a story for Hollywood. Things get out of hand, featuring a boy...
