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(Tom's Texts with Miss Katie)

Is it possible for me to get know Matilda better? ~ Tom

Sure! She is competing tomorrow with her dance team, you should come and watch! ~ Katie

That sound fantastic, I'll be there ~ Tom

(Matilda's POV)

"Where is it?!" I cry, I have to be backstage in 15 minutes and I can't find my bandana,

"Mal come on!" Nick says, it's clear that he's frustrated with me,

"Have you seen my bandana?!" I shout, several moms have turned and shushed me, god I hate dance parents! Constantly fussing over their children and the hovering,

"Mal, take a breath" Nick instructs, "have you checked your costume bag?"

The boy is a bloody genius! I dash over to the rack with the costumes and unzip my garment bag, and tied around the clothes hanger is the red bandana, I rip it off and dash past Nick trying not to slip,

"Hey Mal STOP!" I stop in my tracks, spinning on my heel I turn and face Nick,

"What?" I ask with a shrug,

"You're welcome" he says with just a hint of snark, I sigh I walk up to Nick and grab his shirt collar, and plant a kiss on his forehead. Now before you get any ideas let me say that Nick is gay and we are just friends.

"Thanks jerk"

"Your welcome punk, now go do your thing!" I dart down the hall tying my bandana around my head, I was trying to go for a biker-50's style chick, I had a black t-shirt tucked into a pair of jean capris, I put a crimson red plaid shirt over my black tee, my bandana was tied around my head and to tie it all together I put on bright red lipstick, I rounded the corner to the holding room and finally allowed myself to take a breath, I ran my pointer finger under my bottom lip, and sighed.

"Well there she is" a smug voice piped up from the other side of the room,

well crap...

"Hello Dawson."

"I'm loving the costume, it's very DIY" she snarks with a snort,

"Thanks, I love the way they made you look plastic" I respond with sarcasm, I smirk at her and I wait for her snappy reply, her mouth just hangs open for a moment then she snaps her jaw shut,

"Well your-"

I cut her off "shhhh! Don't speak you'll lower the IQ of the whole street!"

"Well you look ugly!" She states crossing her arms, and throwing her blond curls over her shoulder. Dawson isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but her looks make up for it. Her face is round and perfectly pale, her blond curls frame her face make her brown eyes stand out. She's tall and sleek, with just the right amount of curve,

"All tappers competing in the next category follow me back stage please." The stage hand calls waving us behind the velvet curtain. 6 girls and 1 boy follow. I'm not one to get nervous but today my stomach is doing flips, and I feel like I'm gonna puke,

"Quid facitis quod diligat te." I whisper to myself, that's Latin for do what you love, love what you do.

"Are you Matilda?" The stage hand asks, I nod in response, "Your on after Dawson, do you have any props?"

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