I don't remember enough about my first day at Britannia High to explain anything in details. I spent most of my time with Jez, who was in all my classes, and friends he seemed to make effortlessly throughout the day. They seemed to be my friends to, but they were more there because of Jez, we all were.

The six of us ate lunch together and I got to know each of them. There was Danny, from Manchester, though lived in London now with his brother, someone I found myself straight away flirting with almost without realising it.

BB was quieter, which I almost found annoying, a little unnerving, even. And Lola, who I was instantly jealous of, who had a general aura of perfection, except for her personality. She and BB seemed to be exact opposites, whilst I watched him sit and listen to everyone else, barely speaking, Lola chattered away freely as if none of us were there, her thoughts channelling straight through her mouth.

I decided I liked Lauren, who came from Brighton and had lived in America. I felt a stab of jealousy when I heard her sing, up until then I'd secretly felt like I was the best in our class. But I liked her as a person, despite my envy over her voice, over the parts of her I found similar to me.

For the first few days at Britannia High I sailed through classes, and I was happy. For the first time in my life I was with people like me, singers and dancers and actors, people that wanted to perform. My only problem was dance lessons, where I found myself struggling. Unlike most of my class, I'd never had proper dance lessons and I knew that our teacher, Stefan was noticing it. I spent most nights a week staying after school to practice on my own. Often Lauren, Jez, Lola, BB or Danny would stay with me to help, but usually I'd lie. I didn't want them to see me red faced and stressed as I argued with myself, determined I could nail the routine we were working on. My body would never quite move the way I wanted it to, with the same grace I tried to mirror as I watched Lola and Lauren. I'd watch myself in the mirrors in the dance studio and hate myself, hate my body and the clumsiness of my movement and almost want to quit Britannia High. But then there were other times, when I was singing in the recording studio and the rest of the class applauded me as I finished, I knew I was flying.

A few weeks into the first term at Britannia High, Stefan announced that our first showcase was coming up. I knew about it from the school calendar and general conversation, but this confirmation brought it too close. And I wasn't ready.

The rest of the class picked up the routine we were taught scarily fast and although Jez, my dance partner was understanding, although I felt embarrassed at how much better than me he was, at how much better they all were.

I stopped eating much, for fear of the fear every time I slipped on my tight black leotard before dance classes. I never slept for worry.

And I knew it was natural to worry. But I also knew that I, unlike the others, had reason to.

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Sorry it's been so long since I last updated but I can't seem to get into this one... I'll try and write more soon but I'm also doing my Hustle one, so yeah. I know currently it seems very similar to the TV show at the moment, but it's complicated and it should change in later chapters. Hear her excuses. xD Thanks for reading, leave a review preedy please. =)

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