All the corrections I've ever been given in any dance class I've ever taken are all floating around in my head. So much to think about.
In 2 hours I'll be leaving for my audition at Meredith. I'm freaking out.

You know how you walk into a room with people in it, and feel tension in the air, like they just had an argument but stopped talking when you walked in? Yeah, well, that's what it was like when I walked into the kitchen this morning. My parents and I are the only ones home because my brothers are away for the weekend and my sister is at a friend's house. I'm sick of them arguing, really. Dad just got home last night and they've already been at it. It's not fair. Not today. Today is my day. They're supposed to be encouraging me and helping me get ready, but they won't even make eye contact with me. As if I'm not nervous enough, all this tension is putting me over the edge.

So I'm not in the best of shape for the biggest audition of my life. I'm still sick, (didn't go to school the past 2 days.) My tailbone is still cracked, I haven't danced in a week, and my parents won't talk to me.

I love this.