Chapter 44


  February flew by, and the classes were more intense than ever. Especially now that I was working at the dance studio, it seemed that I spend more time dancing there than hanging out and studying. Sandy and I were both so exhausted when we get home. All we seemed to do was eat, sleep, and breathe. I could not remember the last time we went to Dreams, and hearing from Henry had become a hit and miss. Hopefully by the time finals are over, things will calm down.

I am thankful to be a part of the dance studio. Gail Stanton was an amazing boss, and I loved teaching the students in each class. It not only gives practice, but it gives me an opportunity to open up my own dance studio. Each time I presented a dance in class, Alona Neal could tell I was improving, and she’s very pleased.

“Great work, Mia.”

Alona’s words of praise did not please Miranda Strolls, however. The latest gossip around the school was that they dropped her from the lead due to her bad attitude. Now she was mad at the world. I decided not to pay any attention, and continue with my routine.

“Excellent, Mia,” Alona told me, and then she turned away. “Okay, Miranda. You’re up.”

Miranda began fidgeting. “Can I go next class?” Alona frowned. “No, Miranda. Now.”

“Fine. I’m going.” Miranda began her routine, but she seems so distracted. It took a toll on her dancing, that’s for sure.

Miranda doesn’t make it easy to feel much sympathy for her, but I do feel bad for her. I may not like how she is, but she is part of our class and, as such, represents our whole school.

“Gosh, I am lost here,” she said.

Alona took a step back. “Okay, so start over.” “I told you I wasn’t ready!”

Miranda continued her tirade, and her words become somewhat unintelligible. The rest of us stood and stared, unsure of what to do.

Finally, Alona clapped her hands together. “Okay, class. The rest of you all are dismissed. I need to have a word with Ms. Strolls.” She doesn’t have to repeat herself. We all ran out of there, shocked. I decided to keep quiet and wait until Sandy got home to talk about what happened. Sadly, I noticed the other girls in the class are not that discreet. The incident is on everyone’s lips as they leave the room, and I heard it being murmured for the rest of the day.

As I walked back to the dorm, I saw Henry busily painting a mural on the outside wall of one of the classroom buildings. He waved to me, and I waved back. But I kept walking.

Back at the dorm, I took a shower and wait for Sandy. She’s a bit later than usual. I started to worry, but I quickly swallowed my anxiety. She would call me if something was wrong.

Thankfully, she came in around 7 , looking happier than I’ve ever seen her.

“Mia, Mia. Hey, Mia!”

I put down the book I’m reading and walk out to meet her. “Hey, Sandy.”

“I’m sorry I’m late.”

“That’s okay. Is everything all right?”

She gushed. “Well, I have some amazing news.” “Oh My! What is it?”

“I got a part in a show that’s coming up in April.” “Wow, Sandy. Congrats!”

“Oh, I know. I’m still in shock.” “Well, Sandy, you are a great dancer.”

“So are you,” she said in exasperation, bouncing on the couch next to me.

“I’ve seen you in class. You have a gift.”

She blushed and leaned into me. “Aww, Mia. You’re the best.” I sighed. “Well, we’re just dancing all the time now.”

She nodded. “I know we are.” “Did you hear about Miranda?”

“I’ve been hearing a bit here and there all day. What happened?” “Well, she totally lost it in class today, and Alona had to dismiss us


Sandy’s jaw dropped. “No way. Really?” “Yes, she did.”

“Wow. What is wrong with her?”

“There’s was a rumor going around that she was dropped from the lead in the Broadway show she had been cast in.”

“I heard the same thing. Wow, Mia. This is too much.” “I know it is.”

We decided we need to veg out for a while, so we made homemade bean dip, grabbed a bag of chips, and sat back down on the couch and watch a bit of

TV before going to bed.


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