Brielle
6:55 AM
"Are you excited for the showcase Saturday?" I asked Christopher as he parked the car in the overfilled parking lot.
"Yup," he said popping the P. "We've got this in the bag."
I was happy that Christopher had this much faith in us, but I wasn't as certain. Christopher and I had been practicing every day, and goofing off while doing so, but I still couldn't shake my anxiety. If I didn't impress the Joffrey School of Ballet scouts in the audience, then I could kiss my dream of attending their ballet school in New York goodbye.
He must have sensed my nervousness because he reached for my hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "Don't be worried, we've been practicing like crazy and you're going to do amazing. There's no way that you don't get into Joffrey."
I gave him a forced
