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The Dancer
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Ongoing, First published Feb 26, 2014
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There once was a girl, let me tell you her story. Her name is Alex Kingston she is 18 years old and lives in England. She loves to dance and has done so ever since she was five years old. A chance finally comes for Alex to persue her dream of dancing and she is accepted on a scholarship to a very famous dance school in New York. When she has finished her three years of dance school she comes back home to England.  Her dream is to be a choreographer for a band or singer so you can imagine her suprise when one day two men walk in during her dancing practise. They love her new and vibrant dance moves and tell her they need a new choreographer for the band that they manage. She is thrilled and asks "what band is it?" "One Direction" says the tall lanky man with a cheeky grin "are you interested?" Her mouth drops open, she cannot believe her luck, quickly she shakes herself to make sure she isn't dreaming "of course I'm interested" she says grinning from ear to ear "when would you like me to start?"  (to be continued.....)



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{a One direction Fan fiction} I stared down at my feet. The judges were mumbling and messing with their papers. They must have seen millions before me. I couldn't remember what I was auditioning for. I had tried out for so many dancing roles in the past week they all ran together. I was tired of rejection. I looked up to six faces waiting patiently. 5 were young boys around the same age as me, and another was an older women with blonde hair like mine. She must have been in her forties. I'm not sure why five boys would be casting a young dancer. I think they might have said something about a music video when I walked in. "Name?" asked the older lady. "Catherine Stone." I stuttered.