Disclaimer: I Don't Own Degrassi or National Academy of Dance or basically any of that stuff.
Chapter One
CLARE
National Academy of Dance. Four words that could change any dancer's life. I received my acceptance letter yesterday. I'm ecstatic- filled with a joy that no one on this earth has ever known. I, Clare Edwards, now have a shot at being a professional- at being on top for once. I live in a small town, Amery, where babies are born and raised in a dance studio. Not all of us pursue dance as we grow older, much to our parents disappointment; but most, including me, dream to dance in New York, or London, or (insert important city name here) one day. This year the National Academy of Dance has only accepted three of us, all the age of 16. I haven't found out who the others are that have been accepted to the Academy, but I can only hope to be better than them. Only two of us get to stay after the first semester.
I am going to be honest with you, even if it is a little arrogant. I am, in fact, an exceptional dancer (Which is of course how I got into the Academy in the first place). People tell me that I am a natural- tall, slender, and as graceful as they come- but I am still nervous. I may be one of the best in Amery, but I'd be kidding myself if I think I would walk into the Academy number one. But that is why I work so hard; so that one day I CAN be number one, instead of just another bright blue-eyed hopeful.
ELI
National Academy of Dance. Four words that could change any dancer's life. I received my acceptance letter yesterday. I've already thrown it away. I had to be careful, otherwise my mom would see it. I grew up in a small town, Amery, where babies are thrown from the womb into a dance studio. Basically every parent wants the same dream for their kid here (probably due to the fact that the dance studio is what keeps us on the map in the first place). But not mine. My parents want a doctor, or a lawyer. Unlike many of the other people my age around here, dancing is my own dream. I have to hide in secret, practicing at ungodly early and extremely late hours. I applied to the Academy just for the heck of it. I've never had any professional training, just what I've seen or taught myself, so you can imagine the surprise when I got the envelope from the Academy. I almost feel bad, that it's gone to waste like this. The Academy only accepted three students this year, and only two of them can stay after the first semester.
I am going to be honest with you. I have no idea whether or not I'd even be able to keep up. Dancing is a natural thing to me, it just flows through me, but I don't know if that'd be enough for the Academy. I may not be one of the best in Amery, but hell, I could work for it. I'd fight to dance with every last breath. I just don't know if it'd be good enough, if I could be number one, or if I'm just another bright green-eyed hopeful.