-mackzdm
Being the favorite had its advantages... or at least, that's what everyone said. Brianna Calder had the best costumes, the most solos, and a name that was always announced last, saved for the moment that mattered most. People smiled at her more, praised her louder, expected her to win before she even stepped on stage.
But what they didn't see, the part no one ever talked about, was everything that came with it.
Perfection wasn't a goal for Brianna. It was the bare minimum. Every turn had to be cleaner, every leap higher, every expression sharper than the last time. A single wobble, a forgotten count, even the smallest mistake felt like the end of the world. Because when you were the favorite, mistakes didn't just belong to you, they disappointed everyone watching.
The pressure never really left her. It sat heavy on her chest in the wings, followed her into rehearsals, and whispered in the back of her mind even when the music stopped. There was no such thing as "just doing your best." Not for her. Not when second place meant you were the first to lose.
And Brianna knew it better than anyone.
Because at eight years old, she had already learned that being the favorite didn't mean you were the happiest in the room. It just meant you had the most to lose.
(DANCE MOMS FANFIC S1-S5)