It was competition day.
I was stretching when Mrs. Sarah called “Ariana!!!” I jumped up. It was my turn to go on stage.
I skipped to my spot on the black stage.
Halfway through my routine it happened…
A Dance Comeback Aspen Lytle Pridmore,Montserrat Gordon Sambalido
It was competition day.
On the last leap of my step-ball change I fell on my ankle.
“AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” I shrieked in pain.
I heard Cleo, “Ari! Ariana!!”
“What?!?” I looked around, not sure of where I was.
“Where were you? It was like you were off with the fairies. Also, good news! You have a solo!!!!!!!” Cleo squealed.
“WHAT!??!? A SOLO?!?!”
“Yes! How exciting!”
'No!' I thought.
“Are you afraid about breaking your ankle ag-ain? Seriously, that was a year ago. Plus, you got some skillzzz,” Cleo encouraged.
“But it was such a bad break I had to wear a brace, gurl,” I mimicked.
When I got home I told my mom about the solo.
“Nice job! Are you excited?” Mom asked.
“Totally!!” I lied and scurried to my room.
I'm even more nervous; Mom is a professional dancer! She was on "Dancing with the Stars!" It will be a pretty big deal if I lose.
The next day I got my music and choreography.
“Yes!” I pumped my fist in the air, “New Rules!!!!!!!!”
At least I'll be listening to my favorite song for the next month.
“Ariana, let's practice,” Mrs. Sarah said sternly, “The rest of you, studio B, SKIDADDLE!!!”
That night I lay awake wondering, 'Why me!? I will break all of my bones!!'
A week later, I was improving... but not good enough to do a solo.
I entered the studio and stretched. I whipped out my phone and played "`New Rules."
I danced, but my heart was not in it. All I wanted to do was go home and cry.
The night before the competition. I was crying in my pillow when mom came into my room.
“Honey?” Mom said softly, “Time for dinner.”
“Mom. I need to talk to you about something,” I whispered.
“Sure, what do you need to talk about?” Mom asked as she sat on my bed.
“I don't want to do the solo,” I mumbled.
“What, why?!?” Mom asked.
“You know why,” I sighed.
“You're still hung up on that? If you really think you can't do it, then don't do it. But the rest of us, we believe you can do it.”
“You think I became the dancer I am today by quitting? No, I didn't, I persevered. I think you should too,” Mom encouraged.
“But I'm still scared.”
“I know. And to overcome that, you have to perform.”
I sighed. I knew she was right, so I agreed to do it.
So I did it. I performed.
The music played and I danced my heart out.
I didn't break any bones! It was awesome!
Guess what?!? Ya gurl won first place in solos.
“I told you you could do it,” Mom gushed.
“You just had to mention that, didn't you?” I chuckled.