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Dance vs Love
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Romance
Sleep, eat, school, dance practice, repeat. Susan has no time for anything else. Her whole life revolves around her one true passion, dance. She had practice from right after school till she has to go to bed everyday for 10 months. Susan's life was pretty much planned out, she was a Junior in high school, but she has already won over 10 scholarships to many different universities and colleges. Little did she know her life would be flipped upside down when she meets the new boy down the street. Will she still fulfill her dream of being a professional dancer, or will her dance career end before it has even started.
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