When new girl Michelle joins A-troupe, everything changes. What'll happen now that Emily's throne is up for grabs? With love comes scandal, sex and secrecy, and with these dancers, there's always a price to pay.
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It's been a week since the party, and every second since that night all I've been able to think about is my sexuality. My entire life has been captivated by this question. Who am I?
It's been a really confusing ride, and throughout it all the only thing I've been certain of is that I like Daniel, which also means I like guys.
It's not solely guys though, I'm also sexually attracted to girls. It took Daniel kissing me to bring the truth about my feelings for guys to the forefront of my mind, but it's become all too real to deny it any longer. I like guys and girls, and there's no shame in that. I'm bisexual, and it's taken me years of questioning myself to realise this, but as soon as I taught that first ballet class with Daniel, I knew that we had something special, an undeniable connection which only grew stronger with time.
For a while I thought maybe I was gay, but after sleeping with Stephanie and enjoying it, and finding girls attractive my entire life, I think it's fair to say that I'm bi.
I've barely slept in a week, my eyes still ache from all the tears I've spilled into my pillow, and every day I've arrived home to isolate myself in my room.
It's been hard enough to accept myself for who I truly am as it is, but I knew I needed to do it alone. I couldn't bare to think of the absolute torture this week would've been if I'd have spent hours crying with my family.
Willow's been worried about me though, she's been slipping notes through my bedroom door each night that let me know she's here for me. Our rooms are adjacent to each other, so I assume she's heard my muffled cries.
I don't know how to do this, how can I tell my family that I'm bi? I came out to Riley, James and Michelle last night at the studio, and I could barely stumble through the sentence without breaking down.
I don't know why it's so hard, in my heart I've always known that I like both guys and girls, but coming to terms with it has been the hardest thing I've ever done in my life.
I knew my friends would support me, but coming out to them felt so strange. I think they knew just as well as I did that I wasn't straight, but it's one thing to hold an assumed belief and another to prove that belief to be true.
I'm bisexual, and I'm proud of that. I'm proud of myself, I'm proud to have opened up to my friends about who I truly am. And although I cried like a baby as they pulled me into a supportive embrace, I knew all along that this was the right thing to do.
I can't continue to live this lie, I felt free, and accepted, and I don't want to forget that feeling. For the first time in my entire life, I felt like I could be my authentic self.
But as I sit with my back pressed firmly against the door of my bedroom, the tears flow freely down my cheeks in an untameable river.
In order to truly accept myself, I need to be open with everyone, which includes my parents.
