I danced my heart out for the judges. I have to win this contest, hands down. I need to get out of this hell hole. This is my only ticket out.

Weeks of work, blood, and sweat have gone into this routine; I can't screw up. Temptation washed over me like water, I wanted to quit. It's already here. I'm already dancing, I can't. Blisters are forming on my ankles, so soon.

At Skelletones, walking past the bulletin board, a sign said "Dancers Wanted". It was my calling...

My friends said I couldn't do it, my family said I couldn't do it; that I was too far along. I barely showed though. Besides, I had faith in me. I've worked hard, too hard to fail now.

The song ended, and I finished right on cue. The cue I trained my body to stop for just in time. I was quite out of breath, if I started breathing too heavily, it would only show weakness. I'm not weak, so I held it in the best I could.

The judges spoke amongst themselves, I waited in anticipation. The other girls that competed were critiqued harshly. Some of them storming out crying. Only nine have made it so far. There are fifty-three more girls after me. One spot left.

"Miss Moss, please step forward." a middle-aged lady with choppy brown hair and glasses spoke to me. I did as she said. Her face was very serious. I'm only starting to feel the cold sweat get to me. Deep within me knew I didn't make it. The feeling, and her face.

Suddenly, her face brightened, her red lips parted... she was smiling, "Congradulations, you've made it." I fell to my knees and broke down to tears. All I could think of was me being out of here. My hard work paid off.

A receptionist at a desk gave me a yellow sheet of paper, the time my first plane departed, the address of my new all-paid hotel suite, and where I had to go for first rehearsal.

I'm Renna Jade Moss, and I've been accepted as a band dancer.

The place I call "home" isn't totally homey recently. My parents split up last month and my home is still wrecked from it. For a while she was somewhat laid back... now she's all jumpy and unhappy. I love both my parents dearly, and I love them enough to not want my dad moving back in.

I trusted him.

I counted on him.

For what?

Someone I could actually trust and believe in for once, and he took that away from me.

For two and a half years, he brought me away from my bad habits. He wasn't even my real dad! Step-father, not even; just my mom's somewhat long-term boyfriend. I loved him like a real father figure.

But he lied to me. He told me he'd never cheated on Mom, that she's just paranoid. I believed him, because I knew how paranoid my mother could be; especially when it came to the game of cheating.

He did cheat though...

My younger sister by four years walked into the room, "How were the tryouts?"

I smiled proudly, remembering it, in fact, was not a dream.

I'm not dreaming.

"I made it, Lex!" I swung my arms around her, she returning the embrace, "I'm out of here!"

I can't explain how happy I was. Not only am I getting the fuck out, the chance to be free for a while; I'm dancing with my one of my favorite bands.

"Ren?" she questioned, looking up at me, eyes bearing concern. "What about... the baby?"

"Hey, you know me, I always pull through, somehow, don't I?" I gave her a pat on the back, "I'll be fine, I don't even show, do I?" turning to the side so she could get a look at my belly.

"Still skinny as ever. Now, come on, I'll help you pack."