Hold On (Squeal to Let Go)

A soft kiss was planted on my forehead before I felt Harry shake me softly. "CeCe, its time to get up. We need to be leavening soon." He whispered to me as he pulled the duvet off my body, exposing me to the cold air. "Will you get me dressed?" I asked in a child like voice causing him to chuckle. After a few moments I was changed and he was helping me stand from the bed as I whined about 6 am being to early for people. He grabbed my bags walked me to the car and drove new to the airport.

"Don’t forget to call Lou and me as soon as you get of the plane." Harry told me for the hundredth time as we sat, waiting my plain to board. I nodded in response as I pulled out my ringing phone. "Hi." I waned before yawing. "Is this Cecilia Senecal?" A woman's voice asked me. "This is her, may I help you?" I asked politely as I sat up a bit straighter. "I am calling to tell you that your DNA test came back positive." The woman said nicely. "Thank you, have a good day." I replyed before quickly ending the call. "What’s that about?" Harry asked curiously as he pulled me closer to his body. "The DNA came back, its positive." I replyed. "Well that’s amazing! You should call him!" Harry said excitedly as he practically bounced in his chair. "No." I snapped in reply. "Im not calling him I don't want to see him." I told Harry. “Why?" He snared. "He had 16 years to come into my life. Now I'm bring sponsored and he suddenly appears, no. I'm not letting him do this to me." I replyed as I was called to board my plain. I stood up and started to walk to my gate. "CeCe, please. I think it would be good for you." Harry said as he grabbed my wrist and spun me around to face him. "No, and it my decision so stay the hell out of it" I replyed coldly before ripped myself from his grip and boarded my plane without looking back.

"And she said yes." Cody told me as we stitched on stage. "It’s about dam time. You been smitten with her for months." I clamed as he helped me off the ground. "Do you lllllloooovvvvve her." I asked, drawing out the word love because I knew I hated it. He rolled his eyes as h mad his way to his ipod dock. I looked around the big arena. This was my dream, this competition, this scholarship. It was a dream comes true. Cody started the music and we started to dance to the music, doing the choreography I had made

"Choreographer number 397, Pease takes the stage for warm up. Cody and I stepped onto the stage 3 houres later. I mentally reviewed the dance. The main move playing mockingly in my head. A back hand spring into a back flip. Although I had done it thousands of times, it still scared me. My knee had never been the same scenes the surgery and had a tendency to give out at some points. Lately I would land the back handspring and go to jump into the back flip but would fall from the pressure of the landing. I couldn’t do that in this composition. I couldn’t.

"Positions." The announcer amended as I walked to my mark. I looked over at Cody and gave him a small smile, our own personal way to say "kick some ass.” The music started and I moved freely with the music. Then it was time for my "trick" I glanced over at Cody to see. I’m giving me a small nod of encouragement. I sucked in a deep breath and bounded across the stage. I pounced into my back handspring and barely landed it before pushing off into the back flip. But my knee was to week, I couldn’t jump high enough. As I tumbled through the air I saw Cody run to me, he knew what was going to happen. He was trying to catch me but I knew he wouldn’t make it, I knew he was too late. It was too late to save me, to save my scholarship, my future career in dancing. It was too late. I felt my knee hit the ground and pain shout through my body causing me to call out. The pop of my knee shattering filled the arena and many gasps followed.

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