Abby's Ultimate Dance Competition-season of love?

As our red SUV pulled into our gray driveway, I saw the mailman drive away. My mom parked the car and I hopped out, my feet making a soft 'thud' as they hit the ground and grabbed my dance bag from the trunk.

"Honey go get the mail." My mom told me. I nodded and headed down our cemented driveway. I opened the mailbox door and heard the familiar squeak. I grabbed the mail and closed the door. As I headed up the driveway I shuffled through the mail. Mom, dad, mom, dad, dad, and me? I never get mail. I carefully opened the Manila envelope and scanned over the letter. I squealed and ran inside.