I woke to the vibrant beeping of my alarm clock. June 18th, exactly 4 years since my mum's death. I don't know how I've managed to cope as well as I have. My mum was literally everything, she wasn't just the typical mother she was my best friend, we did everything together. That is until the accident. Ever since then the girl I once was had disappeared. My Dad left when he first found out that my mum had fallen ill, he said it was too much for him to handle, it was really an excuse for him to get out of a marriage and family he never wanted. He writes now and again but I never answer, it's always to ask for things like money, I would never even think of giving him anything, he's not even worth my pity. Besides he became a stranger to me the second he step foot out of the door.
'Lottieeee! Are you up yet? It's a big day we need to get sorted!' said my roommate Stacey as she scrambled up the stairs. Stacey is the same age as me, only a few months older, before my mum died we weren't close for that long but her family took me in. They're all the kindest people I've met, if it wasn't for them I don't think I would be here today. I guess you could say they adopted me, which is funny as Stacey was adopted too, although she was adopted 3 years before I came along. I don't know much about her childhood but then again, neither does she, she had an accident and was hospitalised for 8 months, most of her memory just slipped away during that time, she was put up for adoption as soon as she was healthy again. It sounds bad but I'm glad she had that accident, if she didn't then I never would've met her, she's like the sister I never had, we should've been twins because apart from our looks we're exactly alike, I don't know what I would've done without her.
'ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?' She screamed now at the foot of my bed.
'How can I not? I think you've woken up the whole street' I groaned, still adjusting to the light (I was not a morning person).
'That doesn't matter; we need to start getting sorted. The auditions are today and we want to be our best, we can't mess this up Charlotte' I hate it when people use my full name, it reminds me too much of the past, everyone just calls me Lottie now. I like it like that.
'We need this.' Stacey said in almost a whimper. We had been dancers all our lives, we've done everything from ballet to street dance, you name it we've done it. We had our own dancing style now, moving from dance to dance we found something in the middle that was just us, you could see our passion for it by the way we moved. We've performed for many people recently, professionally I mean but it's just not enough. Have you wanted something to such an extent that it's kept you up at night; literally killing you inside because you think you'll never be enough? Have you ever tried so hard, your hands bleed, your legs shake and your head aches? You feel like if you take another step, you'll die, right on the spot. That's how much Stacey and I wanted this. We've felt this, we feel this all the time, we won't stop, it's our way of expressing ourselves and nothing will stop us. Nothing.
'What we need, is sleep. If we don't get enough of it we won't be at our best, you know that' I proclaimed. 'Look I know this is big, I mean it's the X Factor, but we can't freak out about it. You know what happens when we do that. We've worked so hard for this, we will get it. We have too'
'We will' Stacey replied.