Nia's point of view
Today is the day. My day. The first day I can compete since I was suspended. I have been practising for an age it seems. I dance around my living room and never stop. Why?,this routine is my favourite. It is a jazz acro routine in which I show my greatest tricks, including my death drop. I was so happy when Miss Abby finally said I could perform it, and I know I am not going to let her down.
I am standing backstage when my name is called from the speakers. I am so nervous, I must impress Miss Abby. I prance out onto stage and dance the greatest I think I have ever danced. I felt like a bird who knew it was on top of the world. Once I finished I went into the green room where Christi and my mom were crying of joy and Miss Abby was congratulating me. I felt great. I came first place at the awards like I knew I would. After the award ceremony, I saw Miss Abby talking to a man angrily but didn't think much about it because Miss Abby came in a few minutes later and told us we would be going to London for a worldwide competition. Me and my friends all gathered together that night and imagined what London would be like.
No one's point of view
All the Abby Lee Dance company girls and mom's jumped off their plane, and went to their hotel to spend the 5 days before the competition. Abby decided to use an old winning routine for this competition so everyone could enjoy their first time in London. All the girls wanted to explore London that day because it was a knew place they had never been to before. They were walking when Nia spied a restaurant she really wanted to go to, so Abby decided she could have a reward dinner for winning the day before. The rest of the day passed in a blur of fun and excitement and soon it was time for dinner. As their starters arrived Nia saw the man Abby had been arguing with the day before staring strangely at her. She felt awkward about it but ignored him hoping he would leave. He didn't leave so Nia whispered to Chloe about the man and how he was watching her and Abby's argument with him. Chloe told her to hide in the bathroom and she would text her when he was gone. They both thought this was a great plan so Nia excused herself from the table and hid in the bathroom and waited for Chloe's text.
Chloe's point of view
A few minutes after Nia left, the man disappeared. I texted her and waited for her to come back, but she never did. I knew the man was involved. Everyone went searching in the restaurant, hotel and the streets but we couldn't find her anywhere. It was getting late so our mom's sent us to bed while they dealt with it. I couldn't sleep, so I went to talk to our moms. I told them about the man and asked Miss Abby about her argument. She sighed then said she would explain to everyone the next day, but for now it was best to get some sleep. I got to sleep eventually after what seemed like forever worrying and feeling sad for Nia.
No one's point of view
The next day everyone woke up and went out for breakfast. Abby sat down and told everyone the long story about the man. She started by saying "I hate that man more than you hate Candy Apples", everyone looked shocked we didn't think anyone was capable of hate stronger than that. Abby continued her story "He is my Ex boyfriend, he thought that I loved dance more than him which is why we broke up. The last time I saw him before now was 20 years ago when he swore to ruin my life. When I saw him at first at the competition I didn't recognise him. I guess he built up some sort of disguise. But as soon as he talked I knew the voice. He wanted to buy Nia into his dance studio, which I refused to let happen. He was devastated but he is the kind of man who never gives up on what he wants and I bet he is responsible for whatever happened to Nia!" Kelly then suggested to get an investigator involved with the case. Everyone thought this was a good idea so off they went in search for a great detective living in London. They tried many places but no where wanted to help. They went to the police as a last resort. The detective inspector said they couldn't help but he knew someone who certainly could. He stated "The name is Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221B Baker Street".