In Her Sister's Shadow (SLOWUPDATES)

In Her Sister's Shadow (SLOWUPDATES)

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Chirstine was born different then her three other sisters. Her eyes were different colors and she had a strange deformity on one side of her face. Sierra Boggess is a rising actress in the theatre world. When she leaves Denver for Las Vegas to preform in Phantom of the Opera she can't help but take her little sister with her. Christy, as her sister calls her. Is one of the shyest girls you will ever meet, but she loves to dance, starting to dance around the house at the age of four. Then at the age of six she got one of her friends who did dance to teach her ballet, jazz, and acro. Shes just too shy to dance in front of anyone. She will always be stuck in her Sisters' shadow.
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