Billie's Big Audition. Kimberly Wyatt

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      Within half an hour the reception area was buzzing with nervous chatter as more and more potential students arrived.

      ‘OK, everyone,’ one of the WEDA secretaries called out above the noise. ‘Please can you hand in your headshots and CVs at the reception desk then make your way to Studio One in the Murphy Wing. The choreographer will be with you shortly.’

      Billie felt a buzz of excitement. They were going to be auditioning in the Murphy Wing! As she made her way along the glass-panelled walkway that linked the two buildings, she felt as if she’d stepped right into her dream-board. In front of her, two girls with perfectly pinned hair and flawless skin chatted to each other excitedly. Billie looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Andre cleaning, but he was nowhere to be seen. She sighed. She’d give anything to see a friendly face right now. The other dancers all looked so super-confident. But they can’t be, she told herself. WEDA is one of the best dance academies in the world. They must want this as much as you do. They must be just as nervous as you. Billie followed the others into a huge airy studio and made her way to a space at the front. She still wasn’t the fastest at picking up choreography, so it would help to have a good view.

      ‘Got any gum?’

      Billie turned and saw a girl behind her. Her eyes were emerald green and her bright magenta hair, in shocking contrast to her snow-white skin, was cut into a sharp bob. She looked kind of fierce. ‘What, chewing gum?’

      ‘What other kind of gum is there?’

      Billie’s face flushed.

      ‘I like to chew before an audition,’ the girl explained. ‘It helps me release tension.’

      ‘Oh. No, sorry, I don’t.’

      ‘I’m Tilly.’ She took off her black, boat-necked sweater to reveal a beautiful backless leotard in electric-blue leopard print. Billie looked down at her own faded black leotard. It looked so drab in comparison.

      ‘I’m Billie.’

      ‘Seriously?’ Tilly stared at her. ‘Billie and Tilly. Jeez, we sound like a comedy duo.’

      Tilly began some warm-up stretches. Billie fumbled in her bag for her ballet shoes. They looked so dull and worn under the gleam of the studio lights. Behind her, Tilly started doing the splits. She didn’t seem nervous at all. Billie was about to put her shoes on when a boy walked into the studio and headed towards them. There was a noticeable lull in the chatter as all of the girls, and most of the boys, turned to look at him. Billie felt a weird fluttering in the pit of her stomach as the boy came and sat down on the floor next to her. He had olive skin, a mess of curly black hair and dark brown eyes. He was wearing a pale grey vest top and black sweatpants, and had a black beaded necklace with a tiger’s eye gemstone around his neck. Rather than warming up like the others, he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes. There was something familiar about him, but Billie didn’t know what. She was certain she’d never met him before.

      ‘Wow, check out Buddha here,’ Tilly said, a little too loudly, nodding in the boy’s direction.

      Billie pulled on her ballet shoes and to her horror, her big toe burst through a hole in the tip! Panic churned inside of her. What should she do? She didn’t have any other shoes. But how could she dance with one of her toes hanging out? It looked terrible. Billie felt like crying. She was about to audition at WEDA – one of the top dance academies in the world – and there was a massive hole in her shoe!

      ‘If I were you, I’d go barefoot,’ Tilly said, shuffling closer. ‘You won’t be able to dance properly like that. You’ll be way better barefoot. Take it from someone who knows.’

      How did Tilly know? Had she had this happen to her too? But before Billie could say anything, the door opened and a tall, athletic-looking man with cocoa-coloured skin came striding in. Billie took off her shoes and stuffed them in her bag.

      ‘Good morning, everyone,’ the man called as he made his way to the front of the studio. He was wearing sweats and a scarf and his feet were encased in socks, legwarmers and sandals, making them look more like a pair of moose’s hooves. ‘My name’s Mr Marlo and I’m going to be your audition choreographer. First of all, can I ask you to place all of your belongings over in the corner behind the piano, then take your positions ready to dance.’

      Billie placed her bag in the corner then, as she made her way to the front, Cassandra shoved past her.

      ‘Hey, I was there –’ Billie gasped.

      ‘Welcome to WEDA,’ Cassandra said with a sneer, before looking down at Billie’s bare feet. ‘You need to make way for the serious dancers.’

      Burning with anger, Billie moved back to the centre of the studio.

      ‘Welcome to the World Elite Dance Academy,’ Mr Marlo said, looking around the studio at them all. ‘Here at the academy we’re looking for dancers willing to work hard, try harder, and aim to be the best in the world. Today’s audition will be all about finding those dancers – finding those who have what it takes. This is your chance to shine. To prove yourself. So stay focused and on your game.’ Mr Marlo nodded to an assistant, who tapped on her laptop, filling the studio with classical music. ‘Let’s start with ballet, beginning with an adage,’ Mr Marlo said. ‘I’ll show you the sequence first, then I want you to join in.’

      The next hour passed by in a blur. At first, still shaken from her encounter with Cassandra, Billie felt a little stiff and unsure. But pretty soon she started to relax. Even at WEDA, with so much at stake, she was still able to lose herself in the dance.

      ‘OK, guys, good work,’ Mr Marlo said, walking around the studio. When he got to Billie he stopped. ‘Where are your shoes?’ he asked her quietly.

      ‘One of them broke as I was putting it on. I thought it would be better to dance barefoot,’ Billie said, her face flushing.

      ‘I see. Well, good job,’ Mr Marlo said, his brown eyes twinkling. ‘Your technique could use a little fine-tuning but your determination and attack is impressive. Try to let go of the nerves and surrender to the music even more. I can tell there’s a lot of potential in there. Keep up the good work.’

      Billie flushed with happiness. A teacher at WEDA had praised her dancing! She looked up and saw Cassandra scowling at her.

      Mr Marlo took off his scarf and leaned back against the barre. ‘Next, I’m going to call each of you to the front of the studio and I want you to say your name, what you love about dance and three adjectives that best describe you as a person.’ He picked up a clipboard. ‘OK, first up, let’s have Cassandra Ivanov.’

      Billie sighed. Typical that Cassandra would get to go first. She watched as Cassandra strode to the front of the studio.

      ‘My name is Cassandra Ivanov and I love to dance because I was born to dance – obviously, with my family background.’ She looked at Mr Marlo knowingly.

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