Eat, Sleep, Dance, Repeat that's what I've been thinking since the first day of school. I'm a ballet dancer with a dream. My best friend is Carly, or was Carly.
Vanessa ran into Keaton
"Crap, I'm late for the primas practice." I said to Carly. "I heard Cassandra doesn't like when your late, you should run." she said. "Good idea!" I say before I run off.
As I get to the studio I see Kit walk out," No I missed stupid practice because of an innocent milkshake." I thought. "I should just tell Cassandra what happened." I walk into the studio. "Where were you. You missed the whole practice! You better have a good excuse." Cass said. "I can explain in two words Carly, milkshakes." I explained.
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FanfictionKeaton school of the arts is were every artist dreams to go. The ones that got in now know that it's not a dream. Students struggle with a school and emotion.
