The Dancer's Diary

The Dancer's Diary

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All Anne-Marie Schultz wants is a little bit of glory. After 8 years of intense technical dance training, she is tired of always being second-best to Elena Asher. So when she finds a diary in her dance bag, she chooses to write about her jealousy, and to her surprise, the diary responds. All of a sudden, Elena is mysteriously out of the picture, and all of Anne-Marie's slightest wishes are coming true. But Anne-Marie soon realizes that as one thing gets better, another gets worse, and her wishes are hurting others. There is no such thing as perfection. She has to undo all that she has done - but is it too late?
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