Hi everyone! Well I guess maybe I'm going to finish this before I go on holiday. This is my third chapter today! So here we go!

Jessica Ramsey

"Okay so its grande jeté, pirouette, and then I finish."

Jessi Ramsey took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She was nervous. She couldn't help it. She was about to perform in front of thousands of people in New York Theatre. She suddenly had the feeling that she was going to faint, be sick and forget all her steps. On stage. Simultaneously.

"Stop it Jessi, or you'll go mad."

Great, she thought. Now I'm talking to myself.

Jessi walked along the hall, away from the practice studio and to her dressing room. She had been stretching, and going over her moves, but now she needed her costume and her makeup. When she reached a door with her name on it, she stopped for a minute. This was her first proper production with the American Ballet Theatre. This was her first proper dressing room. And she was playing Swanilda in Coppelia, just like in her first ever Stoneybrook show. She loved the ballet, and was so excited to be able to do it all over again.

Jessi walked in. The dressing room was wonderful. The theatre was very classy, and the tickets very expensive. It showed. The centre piece of the room was a dressing table, with a proper lighted mirror and makeup by the ton. Over the dressing table there was a white, gauzy piece of material. The walls were painted a pale blue, and the velvet sofa matched them. The floor was wooden floor boards, covered with a white fluffy rug. There was a table covered in snacks and three huge bunches of flowers. Beside this there was the door to a walk-in wardrobe, for a private changing room, or to be filled with a long term performers clothes. The lights were soft but not dim.

Jessi hurried over to the flowers. The first bunch was white lilies, her favourite. She smiled when she saw the card.

"To our star,

We'll be in the audience watching you, honey. You'll be brilliant. Good Luck out there – we believe in you.

Lots of love and kisses,

Mama and Daddy"

The next vase was filled with red roses and baby's breath. The little card said:

"Hey Sis!

We know you're the best ballet dancer in the world…so go out there and show everyone else!

Go for it,

Becca & Squirt."

Jessi was so happy to know that all her family would be in the audience. She smiled, thinking of twelve year old Squirt and twenty one year old Becca. They had grown up.

Jessi looked at the final vase. Gorgeous white roses and violets filled it. Jessi could have sung when she found the card. She had told the BSC about her debut, naturally. But she had only left messages on half their machines, talked to the other half. She didn't even know if she had had the right numbers of the friends she couldn't talk to. Dawn moved around so much it was almost impossible to keep up with her. But the card contradicted her thoughts.

"Dear Jessi

This is Mallory. But I'm going to phone everyone and we are all going to dictate messages okay?

Kristy: Go Jessi! All this sport must be so good for you! Ballet is a sport right? Oh well, good luck. Being a star is tough you know! Just kidding…but actually…okay yes Mallory I'm done!

Mary Anne: Jessi I'm so proud of you sniffs you'll be great!

Claudia: Good Luck Jess! I hope the scenery is up to scratch!

Stacey: You're an amazing dancer! The tutus look so good on you! Go girl!

Dawn: Wow Jessi! The big time! Good Luck, break a leg!

Abby and Anna: Go for it Jessi! We are so proud of you!

I couldn't get to Shannon, but I just want to say, that to me, we are still best friends and I know you can do it! Claudia has had the baby, and there is going to be a big reunion surprise party for her okay? I checked, and it's on your day off, so you can make it, I hope! Call me!

Love from the former

BSC"

Jessi almost cried, big happy tears. Of course she could make it! At that moment, her stylist and makeup artist appeared at the door

"Jessica Ramsey?"

"Yeah?"

"You're on in TWENTY minutes! Hurry!"

Well Jessi practically leaped into a beautiful white silk tutu. Her ballet shoes were pale pink, to go with the sash. The makeup artist gave her perfect skin, full lips, and huge eyes. The whole time, Jessi was thinking about her friends. She was so happy that they had bothered to contact at all.

As the red velvet curtain moved up, Jessi posed. A smile played on her lips. She needed her friends, forever. Even though she was going solo.