She would never understand why so much was expected of her. She didn't know how everybody else found everything so easy. And most of all she didn't understand what was wrong with her. Why was she always compared to everyone? Why couldn't people just accept her as she was? Because there was always someone better. No matter what she did, no matter how hard she tried, she never got to feel proud. Of course, she didn't show how she really felt. What use would it do anyway? Just so someone could outshine her in that light as well? Say she was stupid for feeling like that and that she was being 'dramatic as usual'? No. She wasn't going to give them that satisfaction.
Dancing was the one thing she excelled at. The one thing she felt real happiness doing. The one thing, the only thing she was proud of.
When Shake It Up Chicago had burned down, she had been devastated. So much more than she had given on. Her life had practically been over. But to hide it with a smile, just like everything else.
She had often considered pursuing acting, but soon decided she wouldn't be good enough. Nobody took any notice of her anyway.
But still, with everything that she was dealing with, the huge weight on her shoulders, she carried on. Because she believed. She believed that better things were coming, and if she could just make it through the storm she would see the rainbow on the other side.
And that was what motivated her to carry on. The one thing that kept her from collapsing onto the ground. From pushing herself off the cliff. Hope.
Because Cece Jones was far stronger than anyone could have imagined.