The Line Up

An average life, average stick straight dishwater blonde hair, average dull worn blue eyes, average height (5’4 to be exact), and average weight. Average, average, average and that’s all I was. I was a huge fan of One Direction (and if you haven’t also guessed that I, too, was an average teen conformist). Well at least until I met them. How? Supposedly there was this dance audition. It was very unofficial. I assumed they wanted it a secret, and I was feeling selfish at the time. Selfish enough to run away from home, in fear my mom would boast and tell others of this audition, which I did not want. But don’t worry, I sent my dad a letter with the cliché not to worry, I’m in good hands, and I’ll contact you soon and incase that didn’t work I used the I’m over 18 and in charge of myself. So here’s how I spun and twirled and danced my way into their hearts. Or not.