JOJO:
Bentley was inside the backstage in no time. Her keen eyes searched for me until she found me rooted on a spot. Zita Lowe spotted me, she eyed me, malice etched in the corners of her gaze, before she looked away from me.
"What are you still doing here? It's your turn!" Bentley whispered, pulling me from my safe spot. Sweat formed in my palms and I found myself wiping them against my thighs.
It's just like ballet right? I mean, I had always wanted to dance ballet in front of a crowd.
Only, I knew this was not ballet. I was not in the fancy hose and pointed shoes. Bentley tugged at my arm until I was standing in front of the curtain, she drew it open and pushed me out there, into the crowd, with a proud smile on her face.
Lights. My eyes scanned the dimly lit room, illuminated
