But I'm begging you.

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Megan POV.

The clarity of the sun on any given day in Los Angeles dazzled me clearly, to the point of having to cover my eyes to stop them from bothering me. The tension of the wind made my nerves rise, to the point of feeling that little weight on my chest, better known as anxiety.

I couldn't take this feeling anymore, and my nerves were not enough for this competition.

Even though we were just starting, my overthinking when seeing the other girls completely consumed me. They are all incredibly talented, unique. And although I know I've worked hard to have the skills that I have, I already feel distressed about being called boring.

There's still a long way to go for this, I know I have plenty of time to improve that perspective and give all I have. I know they see something in me, something they know is completely out of place. And that's why I came to take a breath.

I came to sit just outside the house, just to feel the sunlight hit my face until all the stress goes away and is replaced with more confidence.

I can't fool anyone; a major source of all this insecurity has been the environment lately. We all appreciate each other very much, but we know we are here to fulfill our dreams no matter what. And that always comes first, above the dreams of others; you always think of yourself first. Even though I have the strong feeling that at least I am the only one who has isolated myself in this way.

At first, I used to be closer to the others; I haven't always been very sociable, to be honest. When I arrived here, I felt something I couldn't avoid when I met these girls; I felt something very special and found a very important place sharing more with them. Despite being introverted my whole life, with them, I found a home. And everything was fine.

Until I just came to settle that I was just here to accomplish my dreams and no distractions getting in between.

This completely backfired so hard. I kept maintaining my common friendships, but one in particular could distract me from my hard work.

But just a little.

Daniela Avanzini.

Me and her are friends, well almost like best friends at this point. We are completely inseparable now and then since I met her. My whole life completely changed and she could fill me with her presence like no other person would. She made me feel so alive.

Isn't that what your best friend (a.k.a. someone that you admire so much) is supposed to make you feel? Maybe not. I somehow always knew, (from the very first second) that I would be head over heels for her. I'm completely used to having impossible crushes that would never work in two thousand lives. So I was not surprised when my heart started racing way too fast when I first saw her; she is literally the prettiest girl in the room.

What I was not expecting is that we connected extremely quick.

Dancing made us click, in a way that we were unable to explain. We just knew that dancing was what we were born for and what brought us closer. So, in rehearsals, we always found a way to shine during our dances. Maybe she did not think I would dance this hard; it was probably not her first impression of me when she first saw me. She said it herself.

"Woah, girl. I didn't know you had all this in you!"A sweaty Dani managed to say at the end of one of our first rehearsals, trying to catch her breath with damp hair on her neck.

I had the same state, mostly catching my breath because of having her talking to me.

"T-thank you..."I was trying to figure out what her name was.

"Daniela Avanzini." She smiled brightly at me, she extended her hand toward me as the cutest dimples I've ever seen were showing. "You can call me Dani"