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Bentley was inside the backstage in no time. Her keen eyes searched for me until she found me rooted on a spot. Zita Lowe spotted me, she eyed me, malice etched in the corners of her gaze, before she looked away from me. 

"What are you still doing here? It's your turn!" Bentley whispered, pulling me from my safe spot. Sweat formed in my palms and I found myself wiping them against my thighs.

It's just like ballet right? I mean, I had always wanted to dance ballet in ...