Born to Win
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Last published Sat, May 18, 2024
"And The national solo winner is...Roman-".
"Roman, you good Bro?", My older Sean says, waving his hand in front of my face.
"Huh, sorry...", I say as we're sat in the car, parked up at the studio that I had been apart of for 14 years.
"Your still thinking about it aren't you?", Sean asks and looked at me.
I nod slowly, "I am, sorry-".
"Don't be sorry, your earned that, and I couldn't be prouder", Sean says, patting my shoulder. "But now we have to go before we're late and you know what Sasha and Kyle say when we're late".
(Based on 'Dance Moms' but with all my own characters. Also they will only be 7 chapters in this book, and I am working on the second book of this.)
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