Dancing is my life

Dancing is my life

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This is a story about a girl from the country who came to the city to study dance at the best dancing Studio in the whole country but they is a group of girls who don't like her because she isn't rich and isn't from the city. But Taylor didn't care that the girls didn't like her but she knows that not ever one will like her but he does get a good group of friends and they all becomes the best of friends and Taylor gets into a Broadway show for her dancing and she is the must happiest people she could be. But her parents didn't come to her first show because they don't believe in her and her dancing but Taylor's favourite dance teacher miss Roxie come to ever show and ever practice for her but something that Taylor said was that miss Roxie is just like her mum for her because her own mum don't believe in her so now Taylor don't believe in her own mum now.
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