Let’s hope your best is good enough. See you at the audition.
Just give me the where and when and I’ll be there.
I’ll text you the details when we’re sure with it, alright?
Let’s hope your best is good enough. See you at the audition.
Just give me the where and when and I’ll be there.
I’ll text you the details when we’re sure with it, alright?
Okay. Just don’t get your hopes up.
Never said I did, but I’ll try my best.
Let’s hope your best is good enough. See you at the audition.
its-harleyquinn liked your post: Attention, Dancers.
I’m guessing you really want to join. The question is, are you ready to?
Ready as I’ll ever be!
Okay. Just don’t get your hopes up.
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I’m guessing you really want to join. The question is, are you ready to?
If you think you’re a really great dancer and you have a great passion for dance, try to join the League of Extraordinary Dancers. We’re one family so you can talk to any of us when you have problems. We might actually care. So if we think you are an extraordinary dancer, you’re in. If we don’t, you’re not.
Good luck.
Steph couldn’t believe she was here. It was impossible for her to be in the same room with her mom without getting mad or bursting. But she knew she had to. Her dad’s will was with his lawyer and he called both Steph and her mom to talk about it. She didn’t want to go but she was required to. Based on Attorney Specter, she had to know what her dad left for her and her mom. He said he left a letter meant for her to read. She didn’t know why but she got so curious into finding out what that letter said which is why she decided to go.
One missed call.
Those were the words Steph first saw when she got out of Algebra class. Since Algebra was her last class for day, she went to the nearby coffee shop to rest before going to the dance studio for practice. After buying a soy latte and getting settled on one table in the corner, she unlocked her phone and looked at the person who called; Mom. She didn’t care about what she had to say at first but after a while of thinking of the possible reasons her mom would call, she decided to listen to the message left for her just so that she can stop being curious. She clicked a button on her phone and she heard her Mom’s voice. “Steph, we need to talk. Please call me back.” As she was taking a sip of her drink, she was second guessing if she should call back. She thought that if it wouldn’t be really important, her mom wouldn’t make a big deal out of it.
Just saying. Hi.
Uh, he’s different now. He’s not the same guy I met and at least I think I I loved before.
Oh well. I can’t wait to go back to Thompson High.
Good luck, Suri.
-throws a pillow at Joey-
-picks what seems like the hardest pillow among all-
EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF.
-hits everyone around her-
I’m on my period so I’d rather just wear my underwear, thank you very much.
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Okay :D
Good luck to us. :)
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Who’s the attacker?
I’m bad at these kind of things so it’s probably better with you as the attacker.
Charlotte?