"Do it one more time and then you're done ladies." my director Sarah yelled out as class was 5 minutes away to be out.

I sighed with relief as sweat wiped down my face. I fanned myself with my shirt and then danced in unison with my hip hop class.

I was proud on how well i had learned the dance in such little time. Every time I began to dance I'd imagine myself on stage with a rockstar dancing making the song come to life. I ended the dance with a striking pose, smiling in content. I walk towards my douffle bag, grabbing my towel to wipe off the salty water from my forehead. I chug my water bottle taking in the refreshness when my teacher calls out.

"Class, before you leave today I want you to know about a dance contest being hosted by the radio station *z190*. If you win you get a trip to New York City! " she said with excitement. We all jumped for joy, screaming, we held to each other, knowing this was our chance. A thousand dances went through my mind, and then she told us where to find the rules and regulations. She wished us all good luck and I ran out the door in excitement.

*Later on*

"So there's this dance competition in the next town over." I told my mom stuffing a fork full of Ramen Noodles into my mouth as she sat there cleaning my tiny kitchen in my tiny apartment.

"Oh yeah, thats great, how did you find out?" she asked tieing up my trash and pulling it out of the trash can.

"Sarah told us about it, if we win, we get a chance to go to New York City."

"Oh really, that's amazing, whats supposed to go on in New York, and when's the contest?" She asked starting on the dishes.

"Uh I don't know. I'll have to look on the website to see." I said getting up dropping off my plate into the sink walking towards the computer. I logged on to the website and started to read the rules, they read.

1. Must be18 years old or older to enter.

2. Need to have 3 years of dancing experience.

3. live in the area of the radio station

4. Must be at the radio station to register before October 24th at 3:00 p.m contest is on the 31st of October on Halloween.

5. Contest is an all day contest, must be at the station at 11:00 a.m. and then winners will be called out at 7:00. refreshments will be available.

6. Dancer is competing for a spot on Allstar Weekend's new video "Life As We Know It."

I read the last sentence and I went off jumping up and down causing noise to my downstair neighbors.

*Halloween*

The competition was fierce, not all my classmates could make it. I knew a few and few I didn't yet I wished them good luck as they did me.

I was given a number and a time to be on deck, and a time to perform.

We were called back stage to be given extra instructions. Then as if i thought my heart wasn't beating enough, there they came out of the red curtain, my eyes went wide and I froze. To the others they were a new band who was beginning their journey, to me they were famous, and my idols. I stiffened and took deep breaths to releave myself. They introduced themselves and wished us all good luck. Cameron began to talk-

"Yeah we really have no idea what to judge you on since we can't dance, though we will have our own judging papers..." his voice slowed down as I caught his eyes and then he sped up as he looked away.

"we have 1-5 on style, silliness, and awesomeness. So once again good luck and we can't wait to see you do your thing." He looks at me one more time as we start to spread apart to get into positions. They began to walk to their judging chairs beside the regular judges. I was the 7th person in line to dance, I had some time to kill and practice but I stayed their staring at Cameron.

"Number 1733 on deck!" I heard and looked down to see it was my number. I freaked and noticed I hadn't practiced at all. I ran towards the stage and practiced as much as I could, some of my moves couldn't be done in such a small area. I began to shed a tear, thinking I wouldn't be able to dance.

"Up next, number 1733, Leteesha!" the announcer screamed into the microphone leaving the stage waiting for me to walk onto stage into position. I was glad to have the lights dimmed so no one could see my red eyes. As the music started I was lost into my moves, and the way my body flowed with the music. I felt like no one could touch me and that I wasn't even having the man of my dreams watching me. I felt like he was there as mine cheering me on as I floated down to his arms. I finished with a bang and took my bow. Everyone cheered and I felt as if I had accomplished life.

*Later on that night*

"Okay, great dancers! Great dancers! Now we had a discussion with all 6 judges and they've decided to let 3 of the amazing dancers to go to New York to shoot the video."

"And the Winners are, 1265 Nelson Barbados! 1846 Carolyn Raymane, and 1733 Leteesha Peprika."

The crowd cheered as we heard our names being called, two days later I was on my way to shoot Life as we know it.

*Day of the shoot*

I drove up to the set of the music video and it seemed deserted, I felt embarrassed for being early. One of the producers spotted me and let on set. She lead me towards hair and make up and left. I relaxed in a chair waiting for a make-up artist to arrive. I spun around the chair listening to my ipod. I couldn't help but have "life as we know it" on replay. I sung along knowing I was alone, or so I thought.

I felt my chair stop in mid spin, I had my eyes close and was to scared to open them, for embarrassment. I opened my eyes slowly, and yet squinted a bit towards the bright smile in front of me. He raised his hand from the chair and waved. I took out my earbuds and let out a "Hi"

"I'm cameron." He stretched out his hand.

"I'm Leetesha." I reached for his hand. His hand grasped mine tightly and I felt the need to not let go.

"Uh, so you ready to shoot?" he asked still shaking my hand. I felt myself sweat or was that him?

"Yeah, I guess." I said letting go.

"Oh." I thought I heard disappointment in his voice.

"Well, I'll see yah on set." He said grinning taking out his phone and walked away. I watched him closely taking in every detail. The video was shot and I nailed my solo part. I walked off the set after my solo and went for a drink so proud of where my dancing had taken me. I reached into the cooler and grabbed a water bottle. I took in the taste and began to relax.
"Hello again." His voice sounded raspy.

"Hey." I said softly, worried I was going to choke on the water.

"You did amazing!" he said using his hands to express the amount of amazingness. I cracked a smile and laughed with him.

"You're pretty amazing yourself." I said sincerely.

"Thanks. Well we're almost done shooting and I wanted ask if you'd like a tour of the bus? I couldn't help but notice you were a fan." He looked towards the ground with hopeful eyes. My eyes widened and filled with shock.

"Yeah, totally!" I said a little bit more excitedly than intended.

"Cool, come on." He said reaching for my hand and walking out he building. Our hands were cupped but soon enough he laced our fingers together.

He opened the door with ease and led me inside. I walked up the stairs amazed on how natural it looked. I walked along inside as he walked closely behind. I took in the whole bus and felt amazed. I led him towards the back, checking out the beds and then to the mini studio in the back. He explained how much time they spent in there,and told me about the fun time they've had together. He led me back ready to leave and head back to the filming studio. He turned around and faced me. I took a step back, curious as to what was to happen next. His mouth opened as if he was going to say something, but then closed quickly as it opened. His large hands reached for my waist slowly as I backed away as much as possible before I felt the door that led to the room we were just in. His eyes turned bright green as he got closer. I didn't know what to do, say, or think. Finally his lips pressed against mine and my arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers taking in his light curly hair. I felt like a star floating in space, my head spun like a carnival ride, and my thoughts left it was only him on my mind. His lips left mine but he was just as close. I kissed him one more time, softly. He smiled and still refused to let me go.

"Go on tour with us? Or more like you are going to sign this contract the director will give to you at the end of this shot and you will go on tour with us." He said seductively.

I kissed him with hard lips and he accepted.