One More Step

One More Step

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"It was the moment when my heart pounded with adrenaline, my stomach twisting and my palms are sweaty. The moment when I walk out onto black sleek tiled stage and I dance until I can't no more." Alicia Rose loved dance. She's been dancing ever since she could walk. She performed at many concerts and fundraisers and was very supported by her perfect boyfriend Reece Carter. Everything was normal until one day, Alicia was greeted by a group called "One more step" after she performed. They asked her to join their dance group and tour with them. Everything is going to change and Alicia can't do anything to stop it. She's going to have to dance away her problems before she can try and fix them.
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