The Dancer

SCARLET P.O.V

whilst Nic is being congratulated I take advantage of a free changing area.

I slip on my dress I try do the button up but it's small and delicate so I leave it.

I hoist up the ruffles and step into my heels.

I pull out about eighty pins.

She put tons of hairspray on.

So the back flows nicely whilst the top is plastered to my head.

I dont care really, I'm so happy with my performance.

"AHHHH WEVE DONE ITTTT!" Nic comes running in in her leotard and tights, jumping round like a mad thing.

I just laugh and scoop up her dress and shoes which were hanging on a chair.

"Put them on! Quick I'm starving."

She pulls it on and I zip her up, then holing her hand whilst she steps into her heels.

Shes leaveing her hair up. It's been sprayed to death and done so tightly.
Plus it has these dull sparkles that catch the light.

"Ready?"
"yesyesyessss"

we walk out the Room and down the hall, pushing open the door and were greeted by, camera flashes, woops, screams and clapping.

We grin and exxept the congratulations we deserve.

"Well done Scarlett," I turn to see Harry smiling at me.

I smile slyly and hug him.

"Thank you."

"AHH SCARLEEEET YOU NAILED IT" Zayn screams charging over ignoring all the camera and reporters.

Grabs my waist and lifts me up to spin me round.

I shriek and laugh.

"You were amazing ballerinaaaa!" He says setting me down and hugging me.

I squeeze him back.




" little Lettie making her dreams come true..." Oh my

Notes

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