Dancing With The Player | ✓

Chapter 28

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Brielle

6:01 PM

Today was the day.

Out of my entire dance career, today was the day that would determine everything. It would determine if I would go to the Joffrey School of Ballet in New York, my dream school. If I didn't get in, I would have no clue what to do.

Today, the scouts were coming to watch our high school's dance showcase. We have one of the best dance programs in California, and every year they send people to see new talent. Since I was one of the best dancers in the program, if I did well I could really impress them. Then, just maybe, they may offer me a spot in their program after high school.

However, there was one giant wrench in this plan. Christopher. Mrs. Riley forced me to teach him dance if I wanted to perform, and now he had to do the showcase with me. Ever since we started dating, we had been practicing non-stop. He insisted, since he knew how much this opportunity meant to me.

But now that we were broken up, we hadn't practiced in days. Since we hadn't talked since then, I didn't even know if he was still coming. I wasn't even sure if I wanted him to.

I stood in front of the mirror, pulling my long, chestnut hair into a tight bun atop my head. Right now, I couldn't focus on us. I needed to get into performance mode.

I started my usual routine for before performances. I plugged in my earbuds, blasting Beyoncé as I continued to get ready, dancing and singing while doing so. Usually this helped to calm my nerves, but today I had no luck. The butterflies in my stomach refused to rest.

I made myself a quick dinner before calling Scott downstairs so that we could leave. I needed to arrive at school early so that I could practice my routine. I had changed some parts so that if Christopher didn't show I would still be able to perform.

Usually I would ask Sam to drive me, but after Scott and I's heart-to-heart, I suddenly felt much closer to him. I wanted to spend as much time as I could while I did, just in case it happened to wear off.

"I'm coming!" he yelled from upstairs, however his pounding footsteps were already a dead giveaway. "You excited?" he asked once he arrived in the kitchen.

Nervously, I took a big gulp of my water. "I think so." He rolled his eyes.

"You say this every time and then you kill it," he placed his hand on my shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry."

I wanted to tell him that this time was different. This time I had to rely on my ex-boyfriend to succeed. This time I was so emotionally drained from this week that I didn't even know if I had the strength to perform.

But, instead of worrying him with my problems, I just nodded my head.

He stared at me with a knowing look. "I've known you for sixteen years Brielle, I can tell when something's bothering you."

Damn. I knew that our conversation made us closer, but I didn't know that it gave him telepathic abilities.

"I'm just worried about having to dance with Christopher."

His body tensed at the mention of him. "Don't worry about that jerk."

"But what if he doesn't show up." I felt myself began to grow even more anxious. "Or even worse, what if he does? I don't know if I can handle it."

He sat down on the chair across from me, locking eyes with me. "Brielle, you are the most talented and strong person that I know. So much has happened to you this past week, and yet here you are, still going."