I’ve seen you dance, and trust me, you're incredible. This should be a piece of cake, babe. You dance all the time in front of big crowds.” “It’s not the same.” Dancing in front of people who love me is different. This crowd will be less forgiving. My classmates aren’t programmed to admire everything I do. High school doesn’t work like that. You are either in or you are out, and I’m most definitely out. The dressing room doorknob bangs against the cement wall, causing a loud echo. Violet and I jump. William, tonight’s stagehand, tells me I have five minutes until I’m needed on stage. Violet
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