Chapter 1
Johanna drove her section to her house; not too far away from North Woods. Savannah was sitting in the back seat of the car next to Ashlyn, and Isabel was sitting in the passenger seat in the front of the car next to Johanna. "So, how was your rehearsal," Johanna asked. "It was pretty good. I felt like we got a lot of stuff done," Isabel said. "We still need some work if we want to go to the Trops," Savannah said competitively. "Savannah, I love the way you're thinking, but I don't want to win. It's not about the trophy because twenty years from now, all you will remember is the performance. Performance matters; not winning. Remember that." "Oh, blah, blah, blah. I'm all about that gold trophy," Savannah said. "Savannah, I don't think the same way that you do. I would love to go to the Trops, but I don't care about winning or the numbers that the judges give us out there on the field. AllI truly care about is performance," Isabel said. "Who cares about performing? I want that gold trophy from the Trops," Savannah said. "If you really want that gold trophy, then go to Tarpon," Isabel said.
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