Perfectly Flawed.
Chapter 3
part 2
Fifteen minutes later, I am standing backstage with Bree, Andrea,
and Riley. Shayna, Lindsay, and Jade enter from stage left. I
shake out my hands and feet and force myself to take deep
breaths. I fidget with my costume, run my fingers over the neat
bun in my hair; check to make sure each one of the curls
exploding from the back of my head is placed perfectly. When our
number is called, I force a grin on my face and step onto the
stage. As I wait for the music, I survey the audience. My parents
couldn’t make it to the competition this time, not that it
really matters, and the competition is too far away for my
friends outside of dance to come, but I am looking for the scout.
I’m not sure what I’m expecting to find; I
don’t know what the scout looks like, but the thought of
someone watching me who could plan my future career heightens my
nerves more than they are. Just as the music starts playing, I
notice something in the third row. I clear my thoughts and
dance.
There is no way Sean could be here.
I step into the wings after the dance feeling pretty confident in
our performance. I rush to the changing room feeling so much less
nervous for my ballet solo, momentarily forgetting the fear of a
talent scout and the fact that Sean might be sitting in that
audience. I numbly pull on the bedazzled leotard and attach the
tutu to my waist I slowly tie my toe shoes, making sure they look
even and are tied precisely. I wash off and reapply my makeup so
it matches my costume perfectly, then I run over the number a few
times, knowing I have limited time before my routine is up.
Bree and I wait backstage together. Her routine, also ballet, is
called first and I smile and wish her luck. I know I
shouldn’t, but I watch her dance, even though I know it
will psych me out. She’s doing well, I can tell. I glance
at the small portion of the audience visible from where I stand,
and notice something in the third row again. I squint. It
is Sean! I gasp and squeeze my eyes shut tight. I try to
remember the routine, but my brain is completely clouded. I hear
Bree’s music stop. Already? My hands are trembling.
It’s just a boy, I think. I hear my number called
and step onto the stage, my mind still in a whirl.
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Perfectly Flawed.
Chapter 3
part 1
“Sauté, glissade… Eden! Land in a
plié, we’ve been over this!” I sigh as my
dance teacher glares at the position of my legs. My hands are
clammy with nerves as I try to focus. It is 5:30 on a Tuesday
morning and I am rehearsing my solo for nationals at my dance
studio before boarding the bus to take a 6-hour trip to
Greensboro, North Carolina. Everybody else is already packing up
their things since we have already gone over the group number
multiple times and only one other girl on our team has qualified
for a national solo.
My dance teacher, Madame Noelle, stops the music and checks her
watch. “That’s the best we can do for now,” she
says. “Pack up your stuff and get on the bus.”
I kick my toe shoes off and toss them in my dance bag.
Focus, I tell myself as I run over the dance in my head.
I board the bus and take a seat next to Bree, my toughest
competitor and the only other girl on my team that’s doing
a solo. She glances up from her iPad as I sit down and takes one
earplug out of her ear. I notice she’s watching a video of
her preforming her solo. On repeat.
“Nervous?” She asks.
I shrug. “Not really.”
“You looked pretty nervous rehearsing. No offense or
anything, but the dance kind of looked like a train wreck.”
I roll my eyes. I’m pretty competitive, but Bree makes me
look like a slacker. Bree and I have both won about the same
amount of titles, which I know irritates her beyond belief,
because I’m not as ‘dedicated’ as her.
The entire bus ride is spent in silence as most people catch up
on their sleep. I’m t nervous to sleep, though. I fidget,
try to focus on my summer reading list, brush my hair like a
million times, and finally give up and just blast music and stare
out the window.
By the time we reach the University of North Carolina Greensboro
Theater where the competition is being held, I am so exhausted I
can barely stand. We all decide to go for a jog to the nearest
Starbucks to warm up and reenergize, then sprint back to the
school. The tap group number is first, and we all rush to put on
our costumes. I am busy curling my thick hair and putting it into
a bun while going over the steps in my head on repeat. I
can’t focus. I need to warm up.
Forgetting my makeup for the time being, I step over to the barre
haphazardly placed in a corner of the room. I warm up, stretching
my still stiff muscles. I’m completely lost in my own world
when Madame Noelle claps. I nearly jump out of my skin.
“I have exciting news to share with all of you,” she
begins, her hard brown eyes twinkling with delight. “A
talent scout from New York City will be in the audience
today!” my heart jumps. Of course, on the day I’m
completely off my game a talent scout comes. I take a deep breath
and slowly walk over to my makeup mirror. I apply the thick stage
makeup with careful precision. My stomach hurts again.
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