Fifteen minutes later, I am standing backstage with Bree, Andrea, and Riley. Shayna, Lindsay, and Jade enter from stage left. I shake out my hands and feet and force myself to take deep breaths. I fidget with my costume, run my fingers over the neat bun in my hair; check to make sure each one of the curls exploding from the back of my head is placed perfectly. When our number is called, I force a grin on my face and step onto the stage. As I wait for the music, I survey the audience. My parents couldn’t make it to the competition this time, not that it really matters, and the competition is too far away for my friends outside of dance to come, but I am looking for the scout. I’m not sure what I’m expecting to find; I don’t know what the scout looks like, but the thought of someone watching me who could plan my future career heightens my nerves more than they are. Just as the music starts playing, I notice something in the third row. I clear my thoughts and dance.
There is no way Sean could be here.
I step into the wings after the dance feeling pretty confident in our performance. I rush to the changing room feeling so much less nervous for my ballet solo, momentarily forgetting the fear of a talent scout and the fact that Sean might be sitting in that audience. I numbly pull on the bedazzled leotard and attach the tutu to my waist I slowly tie my toe shoes, making sure they look even and are tied precisely. I wash off and reapply my makeup so it matches my costume perfectly, then I run over the number a few times, knowing I have limited time before my routine is up.
Bree and I wait backstage together. Her routine, also ballet, is called first and I smile and wish her luck. I know I shouldn’t, but I watch her dance, even though I know it will psych me out. She’s doing well, I can tell. I glance at the small portion of the audience visible from where I stand, and notice something in the third row again. I squint. It is Sean! I gasp and squeeze my eyes shut tight. I try to remember the routine, but my brain is completely clouded. I hear Bree’s music stop. Already? My hands are trembling. It’s just a boy, I think. I hear my number called and step onto the stage, my mind still in a whirl.
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