Hey everyone! Over the past few months, I have gotten a lot of positive, encouraging reviews, so I want to thank each and every single person who has left me a review. After thinking it over a lot, I have decided to continue this story.

I've had some personal things go on in my life, as well as some writer's block. Both of these things made me really not have the time to, or want to write. But now, I think I finally know how I want this to go. I think I'm ready to post this chapter. I can't think of a better time. Everything's just clicking in place for me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Shake It Up.

And without anymore wait, here is Chapter 7 of How My Life Changed Forever!

Chapter 7- Day One

After changing into dance clothes, one of the choreographers blew a whistle, and walked center stage.

"Okay everybody, let's get started."

I'm sweating. I am actually sweating. I wonder if anyone can notice me, shy little Claire, in the back. As I look out, I notice that-

"First step! Down, down, spin, toe!"

I immediately snap out of my daydream, and try to spot the choreography on stage. Between me being in the back, and him dancing too quickly, I can't really see anything. So, I subtly move up, so that I can have a better view.

Before I know it, it's 6:00, and I hear another whistle blow, and then some concluding words from the choreographer (who I've learned is named Ben), and then Gary Wilde, and then I grab my bag from the small little cubby I'm given, and head out.

"Hey, Claire!"

I turn around quickly, and find Cece, the nearby window making her red hair shine.

"Oh, hey, Cece." I said quietly, out of breath. "Where's Rocky? You two always seem to be together."

Cece smiled.

"Oh, she's in the bathroom." she explained. "Just had to touch up some things, you know?"

I nodded.

After Rocky came out, the three of us started walking home.

"So, Claire, how was your first day of rehearsal?" Cece asked excitedly. "Do you like Shake It Up, Chicago? Do you think anything's too hard? Ooo, what about-"

"It's great, Cece." I said calmly, wondering if she's always this peppy.

Both girls smiled.

"Hey, Cece, did you do the science homework, yet? We have that test tomorrow, and I'm really-"

"Homework?" Cece asked, and then laughed. "Oh, come on, Rock. How long have you known me?"

I couldn't help but chuckle.

"I'm assuming you're not the 'homework' type of person." I assumed, turning around to face Cece.

Cece shook her head proudly.

As soon I got outside of the huge set, I saw Mark waiting for me in front of his blue car. Him standing like that… it doesn't look too welcoming.

But then again, when has he been welcoming.

"Hello, Claire." Mark said sharply, but very, very, calm. "Dinner is waiting for you at home. Let's go, please."

I gave looks to both Cece and Rocky, and thankfully, I think they got the message I was trying to send. I got in the car with Mark, and then we went back home.

Actually, no- scratch that. We didn't go home. Home is Boston.

We didn't go home. We went to the apartment.

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"So, Claire, honey, how was your first day of rehearsal?"

There it is. My mother has asked me the question that I've been dreading to hear all night. Mark has been calm- all night actually, but one simple thing can make his temper skyrocket. I'm afraid that hearing about my dance life will be it.

Let's face it- that always is it.

"Uh… I…"

Don't hesitate, Claire.

"It was… different, obviously… different than Boston. It's a televised show- with a whole big set, props, producers, and many choreographers. Because I'm a… new girl, they put me in two numbers, which, according to them, is not a lot. Even though we only have until Saturday to learn them… I think I can do it."

Mark chuckled, but said nothing.

"Well… it seems like you're enjoying it, sweetheart." Mom explained softly, a smile on her face.

I nodded.

After dinner, I went upstairs to try and tackle some homework I have. After doing that for quite sometime, I realized that it's getting late. I can probably just finish the rest at lunch.

After I got ready for bed, I did a final room check, and made sure that I had everything that I needed for tomorrow. Binders, backpack, dance backpa-

"Hey, Claire… can I come in?"

I widened my eyes at the voice. Since when does he want to come into my room?

"Uh… sure, Carter, you can come in."

The door opened, and my brother stepped inside. He looked around, grabbed his football helmet, and then went right back to the door.

"Thanks, sis."

I smiled.

Carter left, but quickly came back.

"Claire?"

I looked up at my big brother.

"You're going to be able to do this show on Saturday. I know you will."

I smiled.

"Thanks, big bro."

Carter smiled, and then shut the door to my room.

It's nice… you know… to have people supporting you in what you do… to have your family support you in what you do. You get a special feeling when you know that they do. A fire grows in your stomach. Your energy skyrockets high. Self-confidence that you didn't know you had starts to appear.

I just wish that Mark could join the train.

I know, I know… short chapter. But, hey, listen… it's Claire's first day! Here you have it!

I worked really hard on this chapter. I wanted to make it good. I really hope you guys liked it.

I know that many of you might want me to let you guys know what's going on… and what I plan to do with posting this story. Honestly, I don't know what to do. School starts up again soon... and high school is tough. And then with the stuff I do after school… nothing is set in stone. I promise to post whenever I can.

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