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New series "stop it!" I screamed at my brother Evan. My voice seemed so loud it echoed in our old house. "Stop what?" Evan asked as though trying to annoy me.
Knees tremble, eyes run, Stomach aches, it's just begun. Walk the boards, take the stage, Room is blurry, lost my page.
I excitedly show my dad the envelope and let out another shriek and Paige flashes her envelope. "What a good way to start Middle School, Zee" he says as he hugs me.
I can't believe it. I can't believe I'm holding a golden envelope in my hand. Only one place has golden envelopes and that's PAMS.
Chapter 2 ------------ I finish class, after rehearsing for my school showcase. It's a big deal, because it's everyone's chance to show the city what they've got.
Chapter 1 ------------ "Hey ugly, get out of here!" "Ew, it's Charlotte." "Slut. Whore!" I hear all of that as I walk down the hall, books pulled close to my chest.
I walked into the practice room for rehearsals for Little mermaid. Yes, I did get Ariel and Kelly got Ursula.
#acorn (that I've tweaked a bit) Dance is encoded in my DNA Inside the music is where I want to stay It's my passion a big part of my life It's not a hobby and more than a vice.
"Wake up, Joey!" Lauren couldn't wait to get on stage, but of course, Joey had to ruin it all. Joey opened his mouth, and Lauren hoped he would talk, but he yawned, and turned on his side. "Joey.
Bright white lights And a big dark room A smooth wood floor All eyes on you Thick coats of makeup A mic on your cheek A grand swaying costume everyone will sing Your lines on the speakers For all...
Heyo, I'm Olivia. I'm 13years old and i dream big. I love Opuss and writing poems and stories, I also write song lyrics..i love horses and cats, my cat is called Phoebe.
Here's the rough plot for my play. Ideas for names of the boy and girl would be greatly appreciated. Thanks. Girl, homeless, does ballet. Boy spots her, she gets taken to ballet talent school.
Work hard, and try and get paid; That's how most stars are made. But it isn't all about skill, and dazzling good looks; It's about what you do, and who's in your books.
This is my new book called "Lights" I hope this is the kinda thing people want to read. Please tell in a comment what's good and bad about the preview and I hope you enjoy.
What happens when you get your one shot and then you blow it by chickening out.
Chapter 2 Dear Miss Berrywood It is my pleasure to inform you that you have been accepted at Willow Tree Performing Arts School. Enclosed is a scholarship package for a 90% scholarship.
"You gotta fight back someday, Laura." Jo said. I agreed with her, but I was biding my time. It would be so perfect that she would accept defeat. Hopefully. Let's call it a work on progress.
I put romance as the category because it comes later on, but it's mostly drama and a little bit of satirical humour. Introducing the life of me, Laura Collins.
Chapter 1 Oh...... Come on. Where IS that postman?. No, you don't need a postman, I tell myself. I've got in. I have to of got in. I need this place.
Heel, ball and toe,. Arms extend and grace,. Knees to go low,. Keep a straight face,. Orders and instruction,. Perfect every time,. The same old selection,. After practice wine,.
TABLE OF CONTENTS PROLOGUE p. 1; p. 1 CHAPTER 1 p. 3; p. I watched as the sky went from the dazzling orange to a deeper blue of the approaching night.
If I could sing. I would be in Broadway. With the likes of Wicked. Now that would be the way. If I could dance. I'd be in a group. I'd go on Britian's got talent. Now that would be the way.
I used to be a ballerina, I twirled round on one pointe, I stayed at it for ten whole years, Until I hurt my joints.